okay. here’s a better blogg. jeff’s taking a shower, and i’m free to talk shit about him. ha ha ha ha! there’s no shit to talk. i couldn’t blog yesterday because telecom was fucking up a lot of american sites. it’s all sorted now though.

let me tell you about the flight over a bit more… i sat next to this band exhumed who are going on tour of europe. they were amusing to listen to. i ate a huge piece of pie that joe the pie king made for me. i wandered around the philly airport for hours before my flight. i bought a book about the oed and some peanut chews and a dr pepper. man, i miss dr pepper. i sat next to this cook in the army on the way to frankfurt and ate the nastiest block of tofu ever!!! it was rad to actually get a vegan meal, but it was gross. i got off the plane and jeff was waiting for me. we took the train back to his little hole. overall, his apartment is a lot like joe’s. it’s less cluttered, but the size and stuff is about the same. it has less of a kitchen though.

yeah, i’m at a loss as what to say next. it’s weird seeing jeff again. for all the ups and downs, he was a main fixture in my life for years. and then he left, and though we chat online all the time, i haven’t seen him in a year and change. he doesn’t seem that different. it’s like he’s still the same old dude stuck in germany. it makes me laugh a little. see, my foil who need’nt be named, i guess told him once, that for all her time of living in europe (which is nothing compared to jeff’s) she feels partially european, jeff said this was crap and she’s still american. he’s right. she’s still american, though she’ll never want to admit it, and he’s still american. i want to still be american, being european would put me on the same level of all those pretentious lit/english/poetry/comp lit weirdos who piss me off too much. they try too hard to be something that they’re not just because they’ve blurred the border between reality and their fantasies (fiction). fuck that. i know i’m not a fucking soundshift bitches!!!

okay, i’m supposed to be posi. blame the weird sleep schedule (i’m still on west coast time, damn jeff). blame joe (for not being here, and going to cha-ya withouth me even though i wanted to go desperately my last week in town!!!). blame dr pepper (for not being here). and blame orkut for bringing my fucking foil back into my brain!!!

better shit will happen when i get settled in goettingen.

so i’m safe in deutschland, and it’s weird. i guess i still can’t digest that i’m here. the flight was okay. i sat next to some death band on the way to philly and then a soldier to frankfurt. she was rad. she doesn’t like bush and wants more piercings in her ears. i didn’t sleep at all. but finally did see matchstick men, a film with sam rockwell. i liked him a lot when i was in high school.

right now i’m at jeff’s. we walked around saarbrooklyn today and bought groceries. my monster suitcase lost a wheel, and i need to fix it. i leave for the big GO this weekend. i think i’ll be okay so far.

nothing exciting, but i’m alive.

i’m sad. i’m getting on the plane in three hours. boo hoo hoo. i guess it will be fun, but man, i’ll miss joe.

everybody knows i’m leaving it seems! everyebody knows i karaoked! last night at gilman, jesse luscious asked how the karaoke was last night. how did he know? danh!! of course….

i talked to pat wright for a bit about the german left. that man is rad.

bis später!!!

blah blah blah, i’m almost gone. less than 24 hours before i hop on that plane and jet off to germany. i’ve been busy with packing and all that shizza. i’m using the big ol’ suitcase that alec used when he went to germany in high school. it’s weird, i guess i’m still following in his footsteps. for being of the same womb, we’ve had very different lives.

here’s the recap of this awesome week; aaron turned 21 (finally), i karaoked (finally), i left my job (finally), and i am okay.

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thee kendrak attack and that “comedian” gallagher have one thing in common: we like to fuck shit up. no, seriously folks. what is the difference? i try to sing, he tries to be funny. all in all, we just make a mess. joe says he has more props than me, which is a good thing. i never want to get near carrot top.

miss manners said “thanks, slut.” here. man, that makes me laugh.

last night i finally got to get some karaoke action on. i’ve wanted to go to a proper karaoke bar for a while, but most of my friends aren’t game. randy and i decided to do it. it was our last night together for perhaps 18 months. he might go to japan for a yeah days before i return from germany. that is shitty timing. he had to drive to san diego today, so last night was our night to party.

first we went to smart & final to get some candy for thee kendrak attack, and then we went to best buy so randy could get some weezer shit. then we went back to our former residence, cloyne court, to pick up gabe. gabe’s been there for ever. he was there when randy lived there, when i lived there, and probably till the incoming freshmen will graduate. he is one of the positive fixtures of that house.

yeah, anyhow, we drove into san francisco to sing karaoke at the mint. it was pretty cool. not too big, a decent tuesday night crowd. we immediately sat in the back and started flipping through song books to find acceptable karaoke songs and checing out the talent. i sucked it up majorly with “wannabe” but the spice girls. (it has relavence with my kalx karaoke stunts.) somebody offered to be my lover. randy then did “walk like an egyptian” by the bangles, complete with a dancer. the dancer was named victor i think, but went by every colour of the rainbow. he was good. he danced all the time and did a great version of neil diamond’s “coming to america.” i never knew “copacobana” had such rad lyrics.

the highlight though was a guy named patrick (i think). it was his birthday and his friends made him sing “kiss” by prince. okay, the dude looked like an unassuming nerd, but he rocked the whole place. he kept putting the mic between his legs, walking all over the bar flirting with everybody, ignoring the lyrics, gettin’ down, sitting on the bar, throwing stuff, you name it. he was all over!!! the crowd loved it. everybody kept cheering him on. he was the best thing that night. after the song ended, the karaoke master got on mic and said “here’s your $20 back, i don’t care. you can all leave.” and with that he kicked out the best thing there. it was sad. we were all confused. nothing compared to him after that. randy and i did a duet of human league’s “don’t you want me” and actually had people say good job. we ditched out before we could do “it’s the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine)” becuase i was sleepy.

randy drove me home and we said goodbye. it was really sad. i was more emo than i expected. randy! take care dude!

so i’ve been reading lots of miss manners. i never thought she would condone anything that i do, but now she makes her distate of the blog known!

miss manners hates my blog… and i’m going to go cry.

i’m at work blogging, and really not doing much. i’m working on re-doing those reports, but it’s slow coming. if you only knew the mess i should be cleaning up. i just keep telling myself, “3 more days…”. it not only consoles me, but scares me too. i’ve been at this job for 3 years and now i’m leaving. thank god it’s on my terms.

jeff thinks detailing a ficticious wild sex life would make this blog more interesting. i hate fiction. it’s why i’m a history major. i prefer fiction that masks itself as reality, not stuff for the sake of being fake.

i must remain posi.

this afternoon is taking for ever. thank god i found more divine comedy bootlegs to listen to.

tnt is the official home of law & order on cable. of course this is only law & order (tos) and does not apply to law & order svu (let alone when law & order criminal intent is open for syndication). point is, on monday nights, you can watch some 5 hours of law & order. some are good, some are a little too maudlin for me. all of them have been newer episodes, post-stone, post-robinette, and post-logan. man, i think briscoe is the oldest character in the show, and he’s not even original. only schiff was, and he’s been replaced 2 times! growing up my family used to debate over law & order. the stone vs. mccoy debate was always a bad one. my dad, the sentimental fool, loves stone. michael moriarty is a saint in his eyes (almost on the same level as fdr). it’s because moriarty was in my dad’s favourite baseball movie, bang the drum slowly. it’s a sad movie, but quite good. deniro’s in it. my dad made us watch it all the time. but see, i’m more of a sam waterston girl myself. how can you not be? i had a crush on him as nick carraway in the great gatsby and then respected him for the killing fields. stone looked slick in his trench coat, mccoy rides a motorcyle, is there a choice, really? now to pick the assitant, that’s another question… (i’d vote for kincaid…) like any of this matter. i just can’t get enough of this show, and neither can my family.

joe’s brother told us about this cool law & order site. it covers every episode you didn’t know existed. did you know tom selleck guest starred? some day i will blog all the dirt i’ve uncovered on joe and his brother during my boredom e-stalking, but not right now. this should just suffice.

oh, and here’s a new rule of my blog: all posi all the time. no more livejournal shit talking! it might offend some of my friends. i’ll just make fun of them on my site.

yeah, i’m still at work but clearly not working. why is that you say? i’m theneerdowell, don’t forget it.

i’m not working for a reason right now. i’m pissed. you see, i’ve been doing these tedious reports that my previous boss should have done years ago, but neglected to. my new boss asked that i do them to help out before i go. i really had nothing else to do, so i did them. they took me a week of tedium to complete, and guess what? my new boss wants me to redo them. i showed my first few pages to her to make sure it was what she wanted, and she said they were “perfect.” when i handed her the completed report she told me everythign had to be done based upon the funding source… after i had processed 100 pieces of outdate junk. so what am i to do? redo a weeks worth of work before thursday… fun huh? i’m just reading miss manners for the rest of the day.

i’m leaving in less than a week. no, i’m not leaving for a year. it’s just the semester. don’t get your hopes up greedy bastards. i’m blogging from work again. it’s not as hard as it was friday. i’m sorry for not blogging yesterday, but i had things to do. really. i’m tired as hell. i was up doing the weekly world news “big foot” this morning at 5:30am. i’m not in love with that crappy crossword, there were other reasons. reasons that make me hate the world. i almost finished one. they’re pretty huge. i still hurt. i’m tired. and all i packed for lunch was an unopened box of ritz bitz.

i just had my family going away party this weekend. it was nice. people were nice to me. joe geeked it up with my brother alec and my cousin evan, who’s 11. they were playing magic the gathering. alec used to play it a lot when we were kids. i was never very good. he was awesome. (he’s an award winning rpg’er.) i saw my friend devin for the first time in a long time. we kicked it with my cousins rachel and crystal and my sister-in-law brenna on the back porch whilst the “grown-ups” talked about things. typical family get-together, and really more relaxed than i expected. there was some drama with the normal drama queens, but i say fuck them.

i think i’ll save more of my inane observations of my life for a later blog. no need to give it all at once. until i get more direction, i’m just trying to be more self absorbed and inane than my foil, no link needed. if you know how to find my foil’s livejournal (it would be a livejournal, wouldn’t it?), you might understand. this might upset some, my foil included, but really, it’s about me, not them. and i think that’s in the fine tradition of said foil. if they were gold, i could sell them for some change.

i’m just illin’ in the ebay cafe, that is the kalx news studio. it’s where we all go to waste away the time during kalx live. this is the perfect time to get some good bloggin’ action on. lauren is next to me updating her friendster profile. ahhh, maybe i’ll do that next week. i’m blogging. did i mention that. jewdriver’s playng soon. it will be cool. i’ll probably get more blogging done later, but now it’s all about the stringbean vegan chicken from satay house. i will go through withdrawls when i’m in deutschland. i’m already anticipating that. schade. ::frownie face::

i know i’ve been super eager today, but frankly these blogs have been making me so happy and i know that nobody actually reads this (yet). anyhow, i’m closing the day in relative style: yawns, some carbonated juice based beverages, and pie. i love pie. joe makes the best pie. he might be the muffin man, but he’s really the pie king. as i post this, he’s getting me a slice of strawberry-rhubarb pie. he made it this afternoon- lattice and all. joe is really good with pie.

i just ate the pie, and it was great (though stuck in my holes). if there’s one thing i love about joe, it’s his pie. (you know, i will try not to be one of those people who go on and on about their freund or significant other all the time. i’m happy for people who have somebody, i’m happy i have somebody, but really, does the world care? no schmoopy shit here, or at least not until i get super emo. that will probably be in a few weeks.)
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