i'm still too lazy to write. well, it's not quite laziness right now, just more a desire not to spend the time required to write my massive list of things to talk about. these are the topics i need to write about:

1. friday night and the blacking out and the metaphysical impact of being on autopilot.
2. saturday's adventure and the anticlimatic end of falling asleep during the world cup final after staying up all night
3. my new favorite song. but what is it? you'll have to wait.
4. the current state of affairs in the European Union
5. the impact of there being a large box of bacon in the small house fridge freezer compartment
6. the socio-economic effects that will resonate through worcester because of the self-checkout lines at the chopper

see? this is a lot to discuss, and i need to be able to devote a large amount of time to this stuff.
for now, i'll crash on the couch.

i have so much to write. friday night, saturday, today, random thoughts. tons of shit to write, but right now i am in no desire to write anything. today has been a lazy day. i did fix my glasses after somebody stepped on them by the pool last night, and i did go grocery shopping, and i did buy The Last Starfighter on DVD. i've owned it for about 2.5 hours, but i haven't watched it yet. the night is still young.

good God, i'm lazy

so last night was McDevitt's 21st. good God, what a great time. he has finally joined the ranks of the professionals. it's like being old enough to declare yourself eligble for the draft. it's time for the big leagues now. too bad he's too poor to afford alcohol. but at least we can go out to bars now! but not the Boynton. the Boynton is now being banned by a large number of TKEs and fellow WPI students.

i don't know about you guys, but if i'm working at a bar/restaurant type place and i see 20+ people show up and begin to order stuff, i would be excited about the possibility of getting a large tip from them, especially since they all seem to be in a rather jovial mood. i would not, on the other hand, go up to them and say "if you're not 21 or not ordering food, you have no reason to be here." never, ever, ever tell a TKE that he cannot do something or be somewhere. that causes the brain to kick into "spite" mode, and--on occasion--TKEs have been known to level entire cities when in this mode. there were other comments throughout the night that caused me to become irate and beligerent. for example, "i'm not going to serve underage kids" well, thank you very much for doing your job. "i'm not going to babysit you guys" no shit. you're a fucking waitress. we pay you to bring us beer and cajun fries. if i needed a baby sitter i would go hire on and leave her/him at home with the kids and not go to a bar looking for one. thank you, bitchiest waitress of all time. why the hell do you turn down at least a hundred dollars of business? if you were cool, that would be like a $20 tip. we were livid. mcdevitt wanted to headbutt their windows, but shea wouldn't let him. i personally thought it was a good idea. so, the B is now on the blacklist of TKE, or is it the other way around?

the new subway that opened up on highland street has a breakfast menu. breakfast menu's everywhere now a days. and none of this 10:30 breakfast is over. breakfast will be served til 11AM!! and the omelette with steak is an excellent choice for a very reasonable 1.99--toss in an OJ and the whole meal is a tasty $3.23

it is a short two weeks til Summer Party Eve. which means it's a short two weeks and one day til Summer Party. July 13 is when the whole thing goes down beautifully or blows up in my face. there will be food and booze for everyone. a measly $5 cover charge for unlimited liquids and solids. Bent will be playing at Summer Party (Shane Hooker's band if any of you actually know who that is) so everyone that reads this should make plans to show up at the TKE house (63 Wachusett St, Worcester, MA 01609) and bring all your friends. everyone and anyone is welcome. as long as they bring an Abraham Lincoln for the festivities, i'll even let circus midgets show up.

recap:
McDevitt is a professional drinker now.
boycott the Boynton
Subway has breakfast
Summer Party is July 13--$5 at the TKE house

i love page2 on espn.com, for instance, check this gem out.

so after a week of not working, i don't want to work anymore at all. today has been torture. i'm actually doing stuff today, so it has been going fast. i'm skipping out early, i think.

i want a cookie

i had this huge long post almost ready to go, and i was looking for a hyperlink to put in, and i went to go to the other site to get it and fucking internet explorer crashed. i'm like mother fuck bastard. it was pretty long. but it was funny and insightful. full of introspective stuff and observational humor. it was funny-make-you-think-funny and funny-haha-funny at the SAME TIME!

i am going to assainate bill gates. i swear to fucking God all of microsoft (except eric white, cuz i personally know him) is going down like a mother.

i'm livid

jeez, it's been awhile since i posted anything in this here bad boy.

minnesota has been fun so far. thursday and friday were spent with the TKE big bro adam and his friends. i hope they saw me the same way, but i definately felt like i could fit into that group if i was living in the twin cities area. thursday night was spent drinking, geeking out, and getting stoned. friday night we went waterskiing and went to the 4th floor of the Mall of America which is all clubs and bars and stuff, so that was cool. one place had a foam machine going, so i had to stare at it and talk geek about it cuz i still want foam technology at TKE someday.

saturday i met up with my parents and went to my cousin jonelle's wedding. it was a boring ceremony, but the reception was cool, so that made up for it. i don't think that anyone in my family likes the groom though. the guy is kind of a sloth and slightly devoid of personality, but it's not my place to choose soulmates for each other. if it was, we'd all be in big trouble.

sunday we drove to wadena, mn (my birthplace) and visited my mom's side of the family (the wedding was on my dad's side). there were some cool thunderstorms that day. it rained a total of 6 inches in hibbing over sunday and monday. which is bad, cuz they have been having a drought up until now, so a lot of lower lying areas got flooded out. some of my buddies and neighbors were screwed. the headline in the paper yesterday was this "Roseau residents that escape flooding feel guilty". guilty for have good luck? guilty cuz your neighbors got screwed by God and you didn't? that, my friends, is the quintessential minnesota attitude. something bad happened to you? well, i just feel terrible about my life being good, then. it's ridonkulous. but i like it. that's what makes home home.

yesterday it took me over an hour to read all the spam email that i hadn't catched up on. it's nuts. i love spam.

this was done a few days ago, but i had to put it in now, just cuz i think it's cool and samuel l jackson is one bad mother.


:: how jedi are you? ::

also, i hate to break to you guys about the name thing. every letter has it's own little sentence that goes along with it. i played with the site for awhile, and it doesn't matter where the letter is or anything, just if it's capital or not. i was highly disappointed, but not surprised.

i mentioned earlier that i hate townies. well, being back for a day has lead to find a subset of townies that i hate even more. the ones that know better. the ones that talk about "man, i should move to minneapolis and do something, so i don't get stuck in this god-forsaken town" but then they don't! and they just become assistant manager and mcdonald's, marry some other townie, and there lives are shit. now, i need to make an important distinction here. there are people that are truly happy staying in the town they grew up in their whole lives. there are people that becoming manager at mcdonald's will be the best job they ever have. these people i like. they understand their role in life and are making the best out of the abilities that God has given them. i know plenty of people that fit in this category and they are all good people and i enjoy being friends with all of them. it's the people like my sister (who is smart enough to go to college, and get a real job and get a real life) that piss me off at the wasted potential. but you can't tell them anything, cuz they just don't listen. they think they are fine in the little world that they have created. argh

so last night, i meet up with my friend sartori. we find our other buddies, matt, ryan, al hill, and austin all at the carrie lake beach (exciting part of town, let me tell you). so we're chilling there, telling stories, making fun of stuff, talking drug legalization and the minnesota governor race, and how we would host keggers if any of us were president. then my sister (the younger one--she's 16) shows up with her friends, so i introduce myself to all her friends and thoroughly embarass her (but, hey, what are big bros for?). we then go to mcdonald's. they have this chocolate banana milkshake that is damn good. then we loiter there til it closes at 11 and the manager tells us that we can't hang out in the parking lot or she'll call the cops. bah. so we go over to james' cousin's place (he's watching it til they come back from europe). we sat there and made fun of old saturday night lives. it was good times. you know, i come back and don't visit any of the friends in my inner group in high school. i just come back and visit these guys who i was ok friends with in high school. life is funny sometimes, people. funny-make-you-think-funny.

tonight the 'rents are taking me out for chinese, and then after that it's off to mineview to see how the water pumping is going, and then it's out with the boys to drink.

i heard people are having wild times back in worcester, can't wait to get back to mess some shit up.

i think i hear some oreos calling my name. lata

ok. i'm an idiot. i messed up what i was going to say, so this is a continuation of my last post

in response to jeremy, i don't think it matters what you put in your blog. sure, some people maybe more astute at making observational humor or insightful comments, but who cares? just put what you want to put in your blog and ta-da! people will read it. the blog is the window into the soul--or something like that. we love reading anything about other people because we want to understand them (and validate our own neurotic tendencies at the same time). we are the first members of the digital generation, and we're still adjusting to instant communication (IM and cell phones) and virtually limitless information at our fingertips (the world wide web). we don't want to lose our touch with humanity--that warmth we feel while listening to our friends talk around the fire on a camping trip. and we've found that place in the digital void--the blog. this may sound corny, but think about it. here we can pour our hearts out to complete strangers, and they will do the same for us. we build circles of blogs that we read just as we build a circle of people that read our blog. we shrink the ever expanding world and make it something that we can feel and connect to. blogs are something the world has never seen before--open and honest communication accessible to millions around the globe instanteously. my God, think of the possibilities. so, jeremy, just put up whatever springs from the heart and mind, and you be content in the knowledge that you are doing exactly what a blogger does best--be human.

it's bedtime. to my fellow blog writers and readers, i'm glad we're all along for the ride.

well, i've done it again.

everytime i get ready to go on a trip, i end up staying up later than i wanted to cuz i keep procrastinating everything. 3 options:
1) I'm excited.
2) i'm apprehensive.
3) i'm lazy.
take your pick.

i got home at 8. i could have done everything i wanted to by 11 at the latest. instead it's 1:35 and i still haven't packed my bag. but i did email my friend james telling him i'm coming home and that we need to hang out. he's one of the few hibbing people i still keep in contact with. and i talked to blomberg, so i'm all set to get picked up at the airport tomorrow. i'm taking the commuter rail into boston, the T out to the airport stop and then the shuttle to the airport. it takes awhile, but it's low-stress, and no one has to give me a ride, so it's low-responsibility. two characteristics that i'm a big fan of.

oooh! i got my taxi light and meter today in the mail! i need to figure out how to hook them up when i get back from MN, but the Beast Cab Service is another step towards fruition (sp?). oh yes, it will be mine.

i had sushi for lunch today. it was delicious. i love sushi. it's so damn good. i never eat it enough, though. it's kind of an expensive taste (expensive to me, anyway).

the typical WPI student is usually too smart for their own good. and slightly on the self-righteous side. they are connected to a close-knit group of friends and have a lot of aquaintances. and all of them hate 8AM classes.

i'm going to walk to the train station in the morning. it will be nice to talk a morning walk to clear my head and collect my thoughts. of course, i'll probably have a great idea to blog about and by the time i get to a computer i will have lost it. such is life.

and in response to

6.18.2002

well, miss robbins and i saw Scooby Doo tonight. it was a fun movie. if you were a fan of the TV show (and God knows i am) than you will like this movie. it's full of camp and the this-movie-isn't-serious-and-we-all-know-it attitude that i like of modern day makes of old school movies and shows. i liked that it had sugar ray in it and they were evil. and the villian was unexpected and the most evil thing that ever happened to show, so that was nice to see. daphne and velma both looked hot. so did shaggy's love interest. freddie prinz jr was good as fred. but the show was stolen by the interaction between shaggy and scoob. as always. matthew lillard did an excellent job of interacting with scooby since the scoobster was CG. i'm going to give the movie a resounding approval and suggest that you watch it. unless, of course, you didn't like the cartoon or never watched the cartoon, cuz then you will think the movie sucks the big one. but i liked it. and lindsey liked it. and those are two opinions i'll listen to.

i need a haircut. i need to pack. i need to go to the bank. i need to sleep.

subway is opening up on friday on highland street. they are offering coupons for buy one footlong get another free. it's on plain paper and doesn't expire til july 21st. i'm going to make a gazillion copies at work tomorrow and eat subway for the next month. it sucks i'm going home thursday, but i guess i'll have to hit up the subway back home instead of seeing the grand opening of the latest worcester location. oh well.

like jon said, "its such a small world after all." driving home from work, we stop at the gas station and the car in front of us has a WPI sticker. i didn't recognize the driver, but it's still a connection. then later on, in marlborough, we see this guy walking down the street with a TKE shirt. random. but cool. 6 degrees my ass. maybe to connect me to africa or uzbekistan. WPI is probably 3 degrees of separation at the most. and i'll prove it. i'm a mathematics major.

i always want to get up early to do stuff, but i always end up staying up late. which means that i sleep later than i want to, so then i have to stay up late to do my shit. on the off day i go to bed early, i don't get my stuff down that day. so the next day, i have to get early to do yesterday's stuff and then i have to stay late to do that day's stuff. it's a very disheartening process. if i actually cared about changing the way it is, i would change it. it's just funny to reflect on why you do certain things and how you justify them to yourself so you don't have to change your habits. it's funny-make-you-think-funny, not funny-haha-funny.

some people know about my ocd, but i might as well let the whole world know it as well. you know how whenever you get a fountain soda from a fast food joint or a movie theatre or somewhere like that, they give you the cover with the little tabs to ident so you know what you got? well, i have to push them all done before i'll take a drink. and if one pops up, i have to stop til i push it down again. if it won't stay down, i won't drink it at all. the little buttons have to be drepressed or that liquid is not touching my mouth. i just can't help it. the buttons have to be pushed. they can't just sit there mocking me with their unfulfilled purpose. i can't let them think they got away with not doing what they were designed to do. they will be pushed in or there will be eternal consequences.

from page 16 of the bartender's black book:
ASSISTED SUICIDE
fill glass with ice.
2 oz grain alcohol
1 oz jaegermeister
fill with cola
stir

who in the name of all that is holy would drink that? i love that book.

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so when i look out my window at work i see a blimp. a hood milk blimp. why? i have no clue. but i like it.

now, wendy's is the greatest fast food restaurant in the entire world. junior bacon cheeseburger. chicken nuggets. with honey mustard sauce. a medium dr. pepper. a small frosty. these each cost just 99 cents. what wonderous bliss this is! now, i've always wanted to have breakfast at wendy's. well, in ocean city, MD, my dream has been realized. they have a breakfast menu there. but i was under the impression that wendy's didn't have breakfast, so we showed up after they were serving breakfast. story of my life. right place, just wrong time.

i hate townies. these are the people that graduate highschool, find some shitty job at the tourist trap in town, and then bounce from meaningless job to meaningless job while having their girlfriends shoot out illegitimate kid after illegitimate kid. and they don't realize that their lives have no meaning and no direction. and they are happy with this. and they hate the tourists that come in and spend the money that let them keep their jobs at the skeeball place on the boardwalk. i hate townies. i think i hate townies cuz of the resentment they show to the people that come into town and to their peers that get out and make it on their own. i have no qualms about returning to your hometown to live or raise a family, i'm against never leaving. life exists beyond the few miles that encircle your hometown. and they usually like to wear abercrombie. and i have a few opinions about that franchise. but i don't have enough room here to expound.

i'm going home on thursday. i haven't been home since christmas. this is my 4th time home since beginning of sophmore year. (if you don't know it, Hibbing, MN is my home) my mom hates it that i don't come home that much, and that i'm probably going to end up on the east coast for life. she also hates it that i don't call that often or that i email her only once a week or so. my dad just doesn't say these things to me, but i know he's thinking them. he's always been the kind to not show his emotions that much. the only thing i hate about going home is the inevitable time when my mom will ask "so why'd you take time off of school?" or "how are the credit cards?". my dad won't ask, cuz that's the way he is, he'll just ask mom to broach the subject. i don't know how to tell them without sounding like an ungrateful son that i don't want their help. i know i've fucked up. i know i racked up a few thousand in credit card debt. i know i dropped out of school cuz i was close to failing out cuz i stopped caring. i know all this. i just don't want to have to explain it to them. i think it's cuz i feel ashamed. my parents taught me better. and i love my parents. they can be funny, sensitive, cool, and authoritative all in a single day. but i just feel that the last couple years of my life have been kind of empty and worthless and i don't want to tell them that i've wasted all the potential they taught me how to utilize. i don't mind screwing up school and money and girls in front of my friends, but with my parents, i just feel that i'm being a son they can be proud of. i do not want to forget the face of my father.

in other news, steffie and muck hung out tonight. a whole bunch of us watched jeepers creepers. i recommend to never watch this movie. then we sat around and bullshitted for a couple more hours. talking about nothing at all may just be the most enjoyable thing to do with friends, i think.

i tried to see if ebay had any riot or SWAT gear for sale. they did have a riot helmet, but it went out of my price range. quite the shame. i love ebay. i think i'm going to end up spending a lot of money there now that i've gotten an ID and set up a paypal account and all that jazz. i get excited just thinking about buying completely useless junk on ebay. this is my consumerism showing through loud and clear. i don't buy home entertainment systems, pimp out my car, or buy clothes. my shopping outlet is going to be ebay. God bless the internet.

Lord of the Rings DVD comes out on August 6th. I will own it the day it comes out. my God, what a glorious movie. the 3rd season of Star Trek: Next Generation is also out on DVD, but each season costs about $100. it is 7 DVDs, but that is still a lot more money than i want to spend. someday, though.

"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time." - George Bernard Shaw

ok. i'm back from ocean city, maryland. and just let me say that i had a freakin awesome time. i would have written about it last night, but our ISP was down for "scheduled maintainence"--whatever that means in real geek speak, i can only conjecture. so sometime tonight i will post up the story of ocean city. in the same way i put up my NYC story. i want to put down all my roadtrips and vacations and adventures of that kind. not for posterity but for my own memory which tends to crap out on things of that nature.

someone tried to tell me that al gore did not invent the internet. wow. that just blew me away. i had no idea i was lied to. ;)

i'm under the impression that no one gossips about me--or, if they do, it's only to say "i love reger!" now, am i just naive about the way people work? or is it that i just assume that no one has anything bad to say about me? (which would probably be self-inflated importance in people's lives) or do i just not give a fuck about what random people think of me and i realize that my friends will tell me what's up to my face? i'm not a big fan of the first option. i think the 2nd one is probably what i think most of the time. cuz, i mean, what can you say bad about reger? *that is a rhetorical question* wouldn't that be nice, if it were true, though?

elisa baker, if you're reading this: i have no idea who you are either, but i enjoy reading your journal.

God's to the left, life's to the right
you're bouncing down the middle
just flow with the undertow, baby

i have now mention jeremy on 6 of the last 6 blogs. he only mentions me on 4 of the last 6. who's a better friend? haha :)

and i'm not angry at you. you know that's just me joshing.

in other news, i'm leaving work in about 3 minutes. TGIF. the best part of that was perfect strangers. nothing was better than that show.

it doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else

well, it's friday. i'm blogging at work. i think i'm going to cut out early today. it's been a long week and i want to get a start on the road trip to ocean city. i love road trips. they are the best way to spend a weekend or a week. depending on how much time you have off. top 5 road trips of my life:
1. Conclave last august. 5 guys. 1 dodge shadow. 30 hours. New Orleans. unbelievable.
2. DC to vist Artimus Prime. me, murph, mcD, and melnick (oooh! alliteration!) down to DC for a weekend of drunkness and shenanigans (sp?).
3. NYC last weekend. me, irish, melnick, and sassaman driving there and staying out all night to party and then coming home the next day. glorious.
4. montreal with the institute boys. freshmen year. me, mcD, shea, and artimus to montreal. drunkness and making fun of french people. good Lord, it doesn't get better than that.
5. megan's parents place in massena, ny after a party. 5AM. me, jeremy and megan to almost canada to see her parents and watch a dixie chicks cover band. excellent.
can this one knock off one of these? who knows? who cares?

question of the day: do you have a movie that takes control of your soul, heart, and emotions every single time you watch it? i do. it's Dead Poets Society. i could watch this film each day of my life and never get tired of it. with each of the protagonists i see a little bit of who i was, who i am and who--God willing--i can be. if you've never seen this movie, i vehemently request you rent it tonight and watch it. if you own it or know someone who does, watch it tonight. each character has a special draw to me. each one has a defining moment in the movie when i just say to myself, "that's me." for todd anderson, it's when he's being chased around the room by neil and all the other guys come in and screw around. he's been accepted. the outside kid that is frightened inside is a part of the group. with knox overstreet, it's when he's talking to chris outside the hall in the snow and he finds out that she likes him. he does it smoothly and coyly and damn! is he a stud right then and there. meeks, it's when him and pitts are making the radio in the study room and the old fart walks in and catches them. i don't know what it is, but i connect right then. with neil, it's the time he writes the letter to mr nolan pretending to be his father. no man will stand in his way of pursuing happiness. not even the man he fears the most. what could click inside of you that will allow you to do that? i want to find that switch. for charlie, it's when he convinces todd to be a part of the dead poets society. i like the way he "pushes" todd into doing something he'd enjoy. and i like how he goes all out for the dead poets society. pitts's, the tall dorky one (hmm...familiar?), moment comes right at the end. when todd and knox climb on the desks, they cut to pitts and show his face. you can see the turmoil of his inner dialogue. he's deciding to take that final step into becoming an independent, free man. if rebels here, the world will be opened up to him, cuz he'll know that he can follow his heart and believe. positively masterful. and robin william's character--mr keating. every second he is talking, i want to be him. i want to be that true about my convictions. i want to be that heartfelt and passionate about my life. i want to be able to win people's respect and admiration just because of the way i conduct myself in everyday life. who doesn't want to be what mr keating offers? i've seen other emotional powerful movies, but nothing like this. everytime, i feel the gut-check and i just want to be there with those guys living their lives, finding that powerful message. oh, i love it. i just need to be able to take these thoughts and emotions and manifest them in my own life. i need to find my switch.

at TKE, we have an email alias called "spam" that is basically anything we want to send out on it. jokes, political arguments, scathing sarcasm. you name it, it's on the spam list. the other day we were playing name that movie over the spam list. all of us that have desk jobs for the summer just reading spam, sending out movie quotes and seeing who could guess them first. we sent out over 100 emails that day. and it's like that almost every single day of the week. i fucking love it. we're acting the same way we do around each other, just through email. we take would be maybe a 2 hour conversation in real life and spread it over 9 hours through email. God bless Al Gore's internet.




i think you're smart, you sweet thing.

ok. someone from Williams College looked at my blogger after coming from jeremy's. the web is completely random. i love it.

so i'm headed to ocean city, maryland this weekend with McD, nate, and steve. just for the hell of it. see the beach and get out of the routine of sitting at the house drinking and watching movies. i like it.

so tonight, artie was back in town. so that means power hour at steve's and then big trouble. just ask us about what we did and we'll tell you a good story. i can't really post it here cuz the raccoon maybe reading this, and that raccoon may ruin things for us.

if you didn't understand that, you're probably not a summer TKE.

so me and jeremy almost carried on a real conversation in our blogs. that's impressive, don't you think jeremy? becky didn't quite get was going on. but no one every really understands what me and jeremy are up to. ha! oh, bad news, jeremy, as you've probably read, i'm not going to be around this weekend. sorry buddy.

ah, so much more to write! but slightly drunk and very tired.

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shamelessly stolen from jeremy

jeremy, you are right. i agree with you. but you already knew i would agree with you. in fact, you probably knew that i was going to agree with you before you wrote what you wrote. that's our dynamic.

if you haven't read his response to me, it's here. and i agree that i have no theme here. the theme is non-theme. very Lao Tzu. but that is what is going on in my head. there is no coherent path that my thoughts follow. my train of thought is the epitomy of chaos theory. i like it.


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When you speak, you release about 200 ergs of energy per syllable. The number of ergs released by the first atom bomb, on the other hand, was 10 to the 21st power.

"you can never go home, but i guess you can shop there."

so both jeremy and becky have made modifications to their bloggers because i changed my template. this just fascinates me. action-reaction. cause-effect. it's one giant circle.

and going back to jeremy, he comments about people having long rambling blogs or short meaningless blogs. He gives mad props to abad (who deserves the shoutout) as a master of blogginess. now i challenge you, jeremy graef, what kind of blog do i have? and to get it out now, i won't be happy with any answer you give. but you're already aware of that.

so i bought taxi stuff (see previous post). i'm going to turn the volare into a taxi. i need to find out how to get livery plates and all that jazz. my car is soon going to be the most recognizable thing at WPI next to the SNAP van. sure SNAP may be free. sure SNAP has a TV in their new van. but SNAP does not have a Valore. no one else has the Volare. i am a unique and beautiful butterfly.

so, stef, muck, andrea, comalley, nate and this other guy tom come over last night to hang with the TKE summer crew and play some outdoor beirut--or live fire beirut as i like to think of it. after the games, we retired to my room and watched happy gilmore, made grilled cheese, and hung out. then me and stef stayed up til 4AM talking. it was one of those conversations where you just float from topic to topic, make points and jokes about anything and generally feel better about having the friends you do have. i am drinking a lot of coffee at work because of it, but it's all worth it. abad is driving today anyway. ha!

a point was brought up last night that i think needs to be repeated here for all my readers: ladies, if you like a guy, tell him! most of us are dense and don't understand subtlety. well, at least i don't, but i would like to think that i can speak on behalf of the male side of the species (stop snickering). i originally saw this a few days ago in erin's blog.

another thing i need to vent about is this: if, at 9pm(!) someone comes into your room and asks you to come hang out and drink some brews, you have 2 options.
1) decline the brew and accept the invitation for the social gathering. (even if it is only a half hour or so)
2) accept both the brew and the invitation.
i find it unacceptable when, in the summer (when there are no real responsibilities), people don't want to hang out and do stuff. i respect the desire to have alone time--i do it, too. But, for God's sake, one night a week is not going to kill you to hang out. and i do not accept the "i have to work tomorrow" excuse. there were plenty of people last night that had to get up at 6 or 7 that were hanging out with us til 12:30, 1:00ish.
You see, time works like this: if at 9PM someone wants you to hang out, you can do so for 2 hours. this makes it 11PM. you then go to bed and wake up 7 hours later. it's now 6AM the next morning. 7 hours of sleep and 6AM are both decent numbers for being prepared for work the next day unless you commute to Washington, DC. and in that case, you shouldn't be living at TKE for the summer.
conclusion, social activity = good. solitude in your room checking away messages = bad. if i've upset you with this little tirade, i can be reached at reger@tkezm.org

oh, i was told i have soft hair.

"do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?"

look what i bought

and this too

i always knew the japanese were up to no good

well, if i can't get paid for my dream of being a movie critic, i think i'm going to start doing it in my spare time. on my website sometime in the next couple weeks, my movie review section will be up and it will be informative as well as insightful. i hope you'll enjoy reading them as much as i will writing them.

i don't want to tell you which road to take; i want to teach you to read the map. thanks to a conversation with nate johnson this is my new reason for trying to teach people about enlightenment and all the other spiritual and intellectual and emotional stuff i like to rave about for hours on end.

so this kid i know (and if you're reading this, you probably know him already) wants to have a summer fling while he is home, but says he can't cuz he's not 21 and can't go out and meet people. i don't think i would want a summer fling. for one, it would have to be with somebody from work (cuz i'm not going to do a short term relationship with someone in worcester. i'd seem them too much, and i just can't do that.). and dating someone at work is weird. one, you're spending way too much time with them, and second, all the girls that work there that are my age have illegitimate children or i don't know them at all. and 2, i'm not very good at relationships. oh, i can give you plenty of advice and help you in yours, but in my own relationships with women, i have no fucking clue what is going on. chicks confuse me.

you know what i like about blogging? i can jump from random topic to random topic and no one gives a shit. i can sputter and ramble about some stupid crap that sounded interesting to me at the time, and you'll read it. absolutely fascinating, isn't it, Dr. Watson? quite fascinating, Mr. Holmes.

haha. i crack myself up.

argh

ok, i said i was going to post my NYC story and it's at my website under the "my thoughts" area. i'll blog more later. after work. so sometime before midnight. tonight. that's what that would mean. tonight. before midnight. after work.

going to NYC to catch the yanks and giants. hopefully i get to see bonds knock one out. then it's off to CT for strekasj's grad party. after that it's back to worcester.

i'm not in the mood to write much more, so i'll just write when i get back.

enjoy the weekend!

so, matt cole quoted my blog in his profile on AIM. people have me linked on their blogs--erin,becky (though technically, she just has a link to my website), and jpabad. this means people are actually reading this shit and paying attention to it. how crazy is that? it blows my mind. my audience is getting bigger. i like it.

so last night we were playing asshole and regan was president 3 times, so he got to make a rule. his rule was when he made viking horns with his hands, we all had to pretend we were rowing a viking ship if you were the last one, you had to drink half a beer. i refused to play his silly game, so i had to drink twice. regan, if you're reading this, it was a stupid rule. never make it again. i'm serious. never again.

i need to update my website. new essays and more links. links to all the websites i like to visit on the web. like this one that was shown to me by jon abad:
SNL transcripts. the early seasons with steve martin, chevy chase, bill murray. that shit is classic!

also, check this out. this disturbs me. this is one messed up video: Hyakugojyuuichi!!

i got nothing

she calls me from the cold
just when i was low
feeling short of stable
all that she intends
and all she keeps inside
isn't on the label
she says she's ashamed
and can she take me for awhile
can i be a friend
we'll forget the past
but maybe i'm not able
and i break at the bend

chorus:
we're here and now
will we ever be again
'cause i have found
all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away, again

she dreams a champagne dream
strawberry surprise
pink linen on white paper
lavender and cream
fields of butterflies
reality escapes her
she says that love
is for fools who fall behind
i'm somewhere between
i never really know
a killer from a savior
'til i break at the bend

(chorus)

it's too far away for me to hold
too far away
it's too far away for me to hold
too far away...

guess i'll let it go

--fuel "shimmer"

so let me tell you this: I am not a morning person. I am NOT a morning person. I am not a MORNING person. the day should not even think about rousing me out of bed before 9AM. and, if for some God-awful reason, the day is able to trick me into getting out of bed before i want to, there will be consequences. as in i'll take a nap in the afternoon. and not regret it. not one bit. actually, i shot my mouth off before i thought it through all the way. the reason i hate getting up early is because i go to bed so damn late. if i went to bed at a normal hour, i could probably get up early no problem. i really need to stop blaming my problems on the first issue i can rant about and instead figure out why i have the problem. this is a major thing i need to work on. until then, i think i'll just bitch about everything. HA!

so i went to breakfast at gold star with blomberg this morning before i took him back to the airport. i drank a lot of coffee while we were there. i had to. it was 7 fucking A in the M. so anyway, by the time i dropped him off at terminal B, i had to piss like a racehorse. so i parked in the parking lot and looked for a bathroom. it took entirely way too long to find one. the point i was driving at is i had to pay $2 to park and go to the bathroom. i think that is some kind of injustice. of exactly what liberty of mine is being violated i don't quite know, but i'm sure the ALCU could come up with something.

so the BWAD has turned into the BW. i didn't make one day without having A or D again. now, this could make me look weak willed. (which i am. i won't deny the truth) but it also points to a common thread i like to pursue. and that is of making my goals completely unattainable, so off the mark, so far-fetched that when i fail i can just be like "well, shit. did you see what i wanted to do? that's impossible, of course i couldn't do it. i'm just happy with the little bit i accomplished." but this little exercise with the alcohol and stuff has made me realize that it's all about baby steps. do things you know you can. you have to learn how to crawl before you can run, you know? if i can do one small thing, and then a little bit bigger thing, soon my outlandish goal of being in Congress doesn't seem so far-fetched. but i have to actually stick with this plan. this is where the laziness factor comes into play. i think it will actually help with the butts, though. since i don't have any butts now, i'm too lazy to go to the store to buy them. so if i just make sure not to go to a store when i have a craving for a cigarette, my laziness will actually help me to quit smoking. how pathetic is that? truly pathetic is the answer we're going for here.

now on a completely different subject, do you think that God and Jesus play foos for our souls? I'm talking Old Testament God with the fire and brimstone, burning Sodom and Gomorrah and all the vengeful smite-filled stuff versus the big JC who embodies all that is pure and radiant and white in the world. do they go at it over our souls? wouldn't that be an interesting thing. you get to watch Jesus and God play foos over your eternal soul. JC wins, you're in. God wins, he can either let you in, or smite you to HELL. (it is his call, he IS God). now, i give God the slight advantage since he's been around since the beginning of time and he invented the game and all that jazz. but i bet Jesus has got one nasty bank shot that not even God Almighty Himself can hope to stop. and i'll bet that he calls it Mary Magdelene cuz there was nothing sweeter than that fine woman's ass. blasphemy's not that bad of a sin, right? right? shit, is that a lightening storm forming in my room?

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!

it's not even 6:30? why am i up?

i'm taking the big bro to the airport to let him fly back home. it's good times. except the before 7am part...

let me start by saying that yesterday was awesome. the wedding, the afternoon, and then the evening. good food at the after reception party at nicole's parents, the tasty sam adam's lite. then back to TKE for some outdoor beirut (and let me add that me and mcdevitt were awesome til the brownies kicked in) what brownies? oh, those brownies. let's just say that regan was not approving of what me and shakes were creating in the big house kitchen. but everyone was very happy with the outcome of the brownies. then we piled about a 10 of us into cars and went to the Kenmore. it was quality time with the crew. then we came back, and me and art went to the quad to drink more, but we were too lazy to wash out a glass so we fired that idea, and then we started watching a clint eastwood movie that had dennis hopper in it, and then me and artie passed and i woke up this morning at like 7. so i went downstairs and slept in my chair for a couple more hours. then we watched happy gilmore, vanilla sky and then we went outside and threw the frisbee for about an hour in the park. then i came in my room and saw that Steve Couture had decided that since he's moving out he can just take his personal property (like my bed--which, technically, is his couch. but that doesn't matter. cuz now i have to move my couch over from big house and i just don't want to do anything. i'm lazy) so eventually, i'll bring my couch over, my tv over, hook up my dvd player, watch the lakers game at 7:30, do some laundry and take a shower. what a good fucking day.

i forget what my friends look like
they forget why they like me
but that's old hat
i'm so happy
how do you write about that?
--"old hat" by harvey danger

When I wake up tomorrow,
Will you still feel the same?
When I wake up tomorrow,
Will you have changed?
--"here in your bedroom" by goldfinger

so we cleaned the small house kitchen today. this was interesting. we put stuff away, organized, tossed stuff out. then we cleaned the fridge. now the fridge had this substance spilled all over inside that looked like soy sauce. upon further inspection we discovered something disturbing: it was pineapple juice. pineapple juice. that now looked like soy sauce. that is very disturbing. distrubing. that's all i can say. disturbing. but now it's clean and we will not tolerate an unclean kitchen again!

i got a bit of a suntan today. i'm slightly pink on my shoulders and chest. exactly what i wanted to go for today. couple more weekends of this, and i'll be all tan. i like being tan. it feels healthy. it feels like summer. i like it.

fuck damn shit

so last night was "the sum of all fears" premiere. i loved it. i thought it was great. it definately had me on the edge. i can definately see that type of thing happening. facists are always a problem. that's where the bomb comes from. facists. the plot of the movie was fairly easy to follow, and the cinematography was quite excellent, and i had no problem with any of the dialogue. the only problem i thought there could be with the movie is ben affleck taking on the role of jack ryan--which had been so wonderfully performed by harrison ford in the other tom clancy book-to-movies. but he didn't disappoint, and neither does the film. if you liked the other tom clancy films, you'll enjoy this one. it's no patriot games, but it's the kind of movie you'll pick up on DVD when it comes out.

i think everyone should try sea scallops. they are good.

so i went to a wedding this morning. for nicole edmond and ian greene--or eggo as we tekes call him. it was a good ceremony and interesting. the groom and the wedding party wore kilts. it was pretty cool. not something you see everyday. the singing was good, it moved quickly, didn't seem to be so boring as some other weddings i've been to, and the preist was kick ass. yes, he was catholic, but not that kind. he said welcome and thanks for coming and gave us the thumbs up. and later on he goes, "two becomes one. strange math, but good theology". and he was fat, had crazy hair, and a big beard. my kind of preacher. looked like a guy that cared about the beauty of religion and the power of faith instead of the shit that we put up with most religion--but that's another topic entirely.

so the BWAD attack has failed. less than 12 hours after i say i'm done drinking, i'm drinking brews. i am enjoying a busch bottle right now, in fact. so maybe we'll keep it at the BWoccasionalAD plan. i don't know how that will work, but i can't believe i couldn't go a day. but no butts yet today, so that's good. hopefully that keeps up.

i need to watch gold finger and clean the kitchen.
lata,
reger