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pronounced like lebuhnin, much like oruhgin, where i was a week ago and would like to be there now.
traveling is tiring and boring. 5 hour delay, only to arrive in nashville. the music city. for the deaf.
im sure there are a lot of nice people here, but i have no interest in meeting any of them.
this summer has been the best yet and i say that with sincerity and confidence.
girlfriend, check, sweet job, check, friends, check, weather, check, please, check please, chick peas.
im losing my mind! its 11:40 and anyone reading this is drunk at dans. im there in spirit.
7 or so months have gone by since i last updated. i feel relatively the same only with faster growing facial hair.
i am now a student in the school of education, majoring in pure mathematics. i will teach with all my might. i have direction and no time to go abroad. i dont believe this is a mistake because i really cant think of any other profession id like to do.
except for rock star and professional basketball player, which are not entirely out of the picture.
it is sad to think that this is my legacy. so many gaps only filled by hazy recollection and memory association. 'well, i remember i did this and this on the same day...' but what day? what year? you cant keep track of every moment, youre not supposed to. but if we could..
they really like god here and i fear for my sanity,
john
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peace smithtown
a stellar break, as usual.
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| christmas break |
[12.26 , 5pm] |
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computer motor humming |
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second in 2 weeks, i must be bored
tuesday, 19th: missed my flight, got on the next one, came home around 5, ate, hung out with erin
wednesday, 20th: christmas shopping with martucci and matt, nap, dinner, wii at dans, martuccis for poker, little vincents
thursday, 21st: went to a dentist to get fitted for a sleep apnea mouthpiece, cousins birthday, erins
friday, 22nd: made lasagna, got alcohol, went to kristins..and drank it
saturday, 23rd: glassjaw, gabes, erins
sunday, 24th: family came over, went to scotts
monday, 25th: christmas, duh. napped, erins, then back here
tuesday, 26th: haircut, boredom, updated livejournal
not bad so far
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[12.12 , 8pm] |
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five months is a long time.
today was the last day of classes here at bu and my last day of work for the semester.
oh, right, the semester.
well lets see: ive made some good choices, and some bad ones, and some great ones. im happy with where i am right now, except for my grades, which is i guess the opposite of jimmy denino right now. his journal influenced me to update.
i went to ireland, i joined a sketch comedy group, i fell asleep in class, i got haircuts. the dull mixes with the exciting, keeping me on the toes of my flat feet, which end up hurting if im on them for a while.
i am still with erin. and that is just out of control. we had a conversation the other day about armed robbery or something (long story) and wondering when the threshold was. meaning at what point do your actions stop defining you for somebody else and become decisions either constant or unusual to the person? if i committed armed robbery, for example, people that know me would say i made a bad decision, while others would know me as the kid who committed armed robbery. at what point in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, do actions stop defining you? id say a year probably.
i keep telling everyone im gonna be a math major. im doing worse in math by far than in all my other classes. is this a good decision? [end obligatory 19 year old life path confusion]
[commence obligatory 19 year old anticipation]
christmas break! yeah!
a month off. i sure could use it. and once i get back, im taking a beatles class, and erin will be living here.
glassjaw's playing at the crazy donkey december 23rd.
new years? somebody?
my temper is so strange..
i need to do some chrismtas shopping
ive been keeping up on current events since i got here. and ho-ly-shit. maybe tehran shouldnt be holding a holocaust denial conference on the grounds of free speech when they dont even acknowledge political prisoners. and maybe we should be focusing more attention on darfur instead of the poisoned ex-kgb officer. easy for me to say, the upper middle class kid with the world at his feet. i am optimistic about our generation overcoming their apathy. but not any time soon.
as i progress through each entry, i hate how i dont update often, and i hate how each update serves as the only record of me every six months.
i hope this isnt the last of me in 2006
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| a midsummer nights update |
[7.12 , 11pm] |
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thom yorke - atoms for peace |
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its raining, as usual, but today it was acceptable cause i got off early from work.
i work at long beach as an attendant with some pretty cool people, although the good lifeguards are few and far between. i camped out with the worthwhile ones at short beach one night, solidifying my status in the upper echelon of beach personnel.
the blue barracudas have begun their third season in great form, although the two losses in the first doubleheader were a little spirit crushing. a barbeque at kts promptly lifted our heads from the well of defeat, and the bye today means we'll be completely out of shape for mondays game.
as a consistently self-centered person, my actions lately seem to disappoint the people i care about most. i keep aggravating my sister ('its just easier to blame you for things, john') and my role in my relationship with a (patient, very patient) older girl seems to be showing similar signs of weakness. the maturity + responsibility combo was never my strong suit, but boy am i trying.
although i feel like im still waiting for summer to start, i think this is turning out to be better than any summer previous. bonnaroo itself deserves its own entry, and the shows in philly and new hampshire are the highlights of my long-yet-stagnant musical career. lakitu promises an ep by the end of the summer, our first forward act as a band (besides name changes) since our incarnation almost a year and a half ago. getting drunk almost every night and a 330am bedtime are taking their toll on my immune system and alertness, but my jam packed days are no longer interrupted by naps. dont get me wrong, i am still a strong advocate for the unconscious state, but my schedule just doesnt allow it. come september the comas will be in full swing.
so thats where im at right now, busy as hell stupidly waiting for things to settle down so i can relax. ive been to moses 3 times this summer, and that sort of makes me want to vomit. workin 9-5 for the citay 5 days a week will do that.
i forgot to mention that about 40% of my time at work is spent asleep. but thats part of the job description for beach attendant.
and now, bedtime.
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[4.21 , 1pm] |
soco amaretto lime
untitled 8
the quiet things that no one ever knows
i will play my game beneath the spin light
good to know that if i ever need attention all i have to do is die
sic transit gloria...glory fades
play crack the sky
me vs maradona vs elvis
okay i believe you but my tommy gun dont
the boy who blocked his own shot
jaws theme swimming
the shower scene
seventy times seven
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new song
jude law and a semester abroad
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[4.11 , 3am] |
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we have 4 months off with nothing to do?
yikes.
schools great. its so weird that i was so worried. the group of friends has expanded immensely and its so good to have that here. so now instead of kevin, sean, phil, dave, and zach, its now bk, matt, disalvo, jackie, sam, urby, tim, becki, gus, and a few randoms. everybodys hilarious, and nice, and unique, and im glad that i didnt settle for friends here. im more in my element with a huge group of people. we travel together to parties and take over the dining hall, its a good life.
im keeping on top of my work, which is growing by the day. i have 3 more papers to write and 2 presentations in italian.
erin. fuckin. frary. is coming to boston on thursday. i hope she has fun, i really do, cause shes only gonna be here for 2 days. but no matter what its gonna be amazing. its been over a year since we started hanging out. what. i have more self confidence, a better outlook, and a more extensive vocabulary because of her. i miss her here, but 4 months together should take care of that.
dan albrecht passed away. first of all, im so sorry to anyone who was close with him or wanted to be. i wasnt good friends with him, but id spoken to him a number of times, and its just weird that hes not around anymore. i know it hit hard with a few good friends of mine. i cant imagine. good show to everybody though for taking it as a reminder that life is precious and we arent invincible at 18. as much as we'd like to believe that.
in less sorrowful news, my sisters turning 21. shes an adult. how the fuck did that happen. i hope she does whatever makes her happy in life cause she deserves it. she has work ethic, and drive, and i envy that, but instead of getting some, ill take a nap.
which i do more than ever now. but i accept it. cause i think i have a sleep disorder. either hypersomnia or sleep apnea. now i have an excuse! i have to sleep. or ill hallucinate. all napping does is make me want to sleep more, but lucid dreaming is probably the best thing in the world.
i might have chosen a major. or a path at least. mathematics, then get a masters in cognitive and neural systems. zach said 'grad school is the new college' and that scares me cause 4 years of intense intense school is not my bag. it will be on brain stuff though, hopefully sleep research (no, not so i can sleep, so i can learn more about it), and it interests me now. instead of being lazy, im jumping on it.
all that he needed
for proof of god
was music. - kurt vonnegut
walsh has a quote in his profile, "talking about music is like dancing about architecture." which i dont necessarily agree with. but. an interesting point. lets just shut up and listen.
or play? i figured out how to record stuff on my computer (guitar & bass stuff). i asked jimmy if hed like to do vocal tracks on top of stuff i wrote, or we write, or walsh writes and throws out that i can steal. just kidding.
miyagi is alive and well. we're recording soon. im excited. you should be too.
what else is there to say? i try to limit my very destructive habits to the weekend but sometimes they spill over. after i do my work though. no harm, right? we'll see.
all that stuff about finding yourself at college. what does that even mean. i dont think i changed much but i know i changed a lot. ive learned to relax about a lot of things and that everything has a lot of humor in it. my friends feel the same way, so i guess thats what they mean by finding yourself. people with the same outlook. i know no pessimists.
going home will be absolutely amazing. im seeing erin thursday friday and saturday and my parents saturday and sunday. its just gonna fuel the anticipation.
MARATHON MONDAY OMFG we gon' get drunk.
doing laundry still sucks. but a dryer exploding and causing an evacuation, on the other hand, is hilarious. it wasnt mine. i wish.
watch arrested development, take deep breaths, and read the tao of pooh.
its getting better all the time,
bobzilla
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[3.12 , 10pm] |
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spring break was everything i hoped it would be. i hung out with erin 6 of the 9 days i was home (thats 66.6% for those keeping score), drank a few nights, road tripped, and hung out with old friends.
for me to remember what i did and when,
friday i got home and saw block party with walsh and walter. afterwards i went to erins.
saturday i hung out with erin, went to outback and rjs with rj, jimmy c, jp, mitchie, matt, martucci, billy, walsh, zach, kim, deuce, jenna, and scott.
sunday i went shopping by myself and went to erins to watch the oscars, then to matts for a little while.
monday i did nothing until scotts, where we played nba live 2002 and madden. kces, deuce and zach came over, and zach brought leftover beers from new years, so we drank them and watched the core. i slept on a pullout bed.
tuesday i went shopping with erin and then to the california pizza kitchen. we watched the first season of the oc at her house, then i hung out with matt and lara and watched from the earth to the moon.
wednesday i went to dinner with my mom and grandpa, then hung out with shiz pulito zach and deuce. i picked up scott from the train station and then went to bed.
thursday i did nothing all day, watched the oc, played a game of ncaa basketball at scotts, then went to erins. we went to the diner and watched the oc.
friday i went to jennas at 12:30, picked up billy with her and matt, met dan vesey at the port jeff ferry, then went to hartford. it was awesome.
saturday i came home, accidentally fell asleep, then went to the beach with erin. me martucci billy zach and kim went out to dinner at fridays, then starbucks, then billys. jimmy and cunningham came too.
sunday i woke up and took the hampton jitney back to school. i took a nap, started my shakespeare paper, and updated my livejournal. thats it.
this summer will be absolutely ridiculous, and if its not, we're doing something wrong. theres so much potential.
over and out,
bz
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[3.1 , 1am] |
february was awesome as it always is. maybe i just think its awesome cause it should be, or maybe it just is. either way, whatever. best concert of my life, amazing weekend with erin, minimal work, walsh and eulau visiting, etc.
two posts in 10 minutes, the new personal record.
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its been a while, and starting a journal with 'its been a while' means a. the keeper has been busy, and/or b. the journal is likely to die out soon. the former is true, the latters bound to happen, so whats the use in wondering.
i really cant believe how much doing laundry gets to me. it ruins my whole day, usually because one thing goes wrong and i have to go back up to the 7th floor to get a fucking quarter or something and then back down to the basement. whatever, its just laundry, shut up john. i know.
i have so much free time its disgusting. im caught up in all my classes, and i have a job, and i take naps, and i still dont know what to do with myself. maybe ill join a club? sure. then ill go to the gym and eat better. oh, the goals i set!
i cant believe im going to bonnaroo. it is going to be absolutely insane. a road journal with accompanying pictures / video is certainly in order. lets hear it for mom and dad.
miyagi is still alive and kicking, we finished a song this past weekend when walsh came up, and andrews in the midst of recording an acoustic version of 'no one steals our chixxx...and lives.' do not fret, our wrath will soon be felt in clubs across the northeast. well, just long island and boston. across the sound, then.
right now its march. and the lions roaring so damn loud it keeps me up at night. translation, its fucking cold here.
walsh and eulau came to boston this weekend, and my oh my it was dope. its been confirmed that mike jordan is the worst person we know, and also that walsh totally scams on andrews girl. andrew has sooome patience to put up with that. so walsh if youre reading this, (first of all, sup) watch where you step cause you got a lotta nerve. im just kidding, it was really funny to watch.
spring! break! friday! relaxing in tropical smithtown for a week, and seeing brick's first gig at hartford next friday. much drinking is in store that night.
i think i did a good job making friends at college. as lame as that sounds. i like it here. except for laundry.
my italian midterm tomorrow is to sing an italian song in front of the class. i hope its graded on how embarassed you are. cause if thats the case, im gonna be so far on the right side of that bell curve you have NO idea.
i write like im ten, i apologize for all the connected unrelated thoughts separated haphazardly by commas.
i should start taking pictures again. maybe ill yearn for these days in a few years. weird to think about.
be good,
bz
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