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me josh and marisa went to see startup.com at malverne. it wasn't too bad. it was pretty boring in some parts, but it was alright at others. i want to make a documentary of not from connecticut, a local ska band. very local. i wish i caught their 4th of july show, but i wasn't fortunate enough, i was working.

after the movie we got kind of lost in the valley stream area. i have no idea how it happened, but all of a sudden, we were on unfamiliar turf. then we met with josh's friends in baldwin. i can't stand this one dude, darryl. he's such an annoying asshole. then we ate at the baldwin coach and called it a night.

i would have had lox tonight, but they didn't have any cream cheese. fancy that, a diner with no cream cheese. they had a personal jukebox for the booth. most of it was pop garbage, but they had glen miller and dave brubeck, so we had fun with two old-timey tunes. i think that made the night.

i have off tomorrow again. what the hell is going on. plus i can sleep in again tomorrow night cause i don't work until 5. i want to work a full day to make up for this garbage.

bill is way too friggin critical. i told him about getting one flew over the cuckoo's nest today and he let loose an attack. what a jerk. he says i'm never going to watch it more than once. as if he has any say in the amount of times i choose to watch it. what an asshole. as if i care what he chooses to do with his purchases. as if he used his skateboard for more than one summer, the cocksucker.

canal and danielle called me today asking me to go to the journey concert. i said no. i called back but i got the voicemail business. i wonder how that shit was. journey is mad old school. i wonder if they have a new album or anything. i'm not buying it, that's for sure.

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i really have nothing to write about except for how tired i am. i stepped on the pronged end of a halogen lightbulb that lights up this fiber optic christmas tree i have. it was in a bag, but the prongs protruded and i stepped right on them. it sliced the bottom of my foot. i have a wounded sole now. isn't that the funniest thing ever. who arrrrre you?

i had this dream last night that a moose was chasing me and i climbed a tree. i climbed way up high and the moose was waiting for me to come down. but a gust of wind came by and broke the tree and i landed on an adjacent barn. so i was on the roof of the barn and the moose was inside the barn. i woke up before i could amend the situation. i wonder how i would have gotten out of that pickle.

i was just watching this thing on animal planet, amazing animal videos. they showed these siamese twin pigs with two heads and a turtle with two heads coming out of the shell. that's fucking nasty. they also showed this walking catfish that would get out of the water and flop to the nearest body of water, where it would feast on whatever was in there. that was fucking nasty too. i hate ugly fish like that. one time, me and mike were fishing down the block and mike caught a mud puppy. it was fucking nasty. it was brown as shit and angry looking. i think mike just cut the line instead of taking the hook out. i don't blame him, i wouldn't want to touch that thing, it was a freak of nature.

i remember when there were jellyfish in the waters nearby. they were quite abundant. now there are few. mike and i are pretty much responsible for their absence in these parts. we used to attached nails to the ends of wooden poles. then we'd wait for jellyfish to come to the surface. then we'd spear them and bring them ashore. mike would go a bit farther and stomp on them. they would splatter all of the place. those were the ignorant days, the salad days.

i talked to mike today. he was going into his house when i passed by and honked the horn. he works at the gap now. he was blasting some sort of sell out punk music. same old same old.

when i was in stapled today, after best buy, i was just fooling around with one of the keyboards on a display computer. we had this game in elementary school on the old school IBM computers called touch-typing. it was this car that would go around the track and you had to type the words on the track to make them disappear before the car would hit them. i remember most of the words you had to type. the words are as follows, i'm not lying: in, it, at, he, on, so, ad, am, or, my, of, we, if, to, sir, tie, do, is, lie, an, go, be, can, met, hop, me, as, us, pet, day, hay, tin, air, ill, hot, top, old, age, ate, boy, far, fly, job, icy, led, row, shelf, noise, wed, drank, house...

the words would keep appearing after that, but i lost before i could get that far. the words were only the same if you rebooted the game, they were the same on the first run only. so everyone would memorize the words, play one game and then reboot it. that game was a big status symbol. i guess fast typers were considered the cool kids because whoever would beat the game was revered by all others. i didn't need those bastards anyway. i had my little pony to keep me company.

i want to write more, but i've milked every story for what they're worth. i need something to write about. another idea for a story or movie. i should probably read something, but i haven't had the urge to read. i'm hurting myself trying to think of stuff to write about, so i'm just going to call it quits.

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i coughed up something nasty today. it was a brown chunk. i picked it out of the sink to see if it was solid. boy was it solid. i wonder what it is. i've been having discolored mucus since i got home from school, but nothing that dramatic. there sure as hell is no way i'm going to see a doctor about it. they screw you over every chance you get. what i need is a medicine man or a holistic healer. or any other profession that is an alliteration. yeah, yeah that's what i need.

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i'm eating butter pecan that i hand packed days ago that my mom got at haagen dazs. it's delicious. haagen hell really knows how to make good ice cream. i'm eating the shit right out of the pint.

we supposed to be drinking right now, but tony's at his aunt's house or somet junk. i'm glad all my relatives are overseas. i never have to go to family gatherings or that jazz. i haven't seen any of my relatives in years. my cousins are already done with college and they're my age. it's different in india, they go to college at like 16 or something. they're probably on the verge of success right now. and i'm sitting here making a chronicle of my meaningless waste of a life, eating ice cream that i packed at my minimum wage job. i'm content. it's not really like i care all that much. i wouldn't want to go through the hell my cousins go through. there's a lot of pressure for them, most likely.

i think about my future from time to time. at times i'm scared, but i'm not right now. i'm glad i'm not scared, it's a bad feeling to be scared about something you can't control at all.

but enough of that, it's time for more tv watching and scratching my darn self.