Impending doom and other hyperbole

I am feeling awful about work.

I was told to stop giving the new people a hard time, namely the new girls. Just because I have an ingrained sense of duty that makes me more masochistic than I'd like to believe, doesn't mean that I am not a faithful worker.

Mom's going to lose her job. Thank you Bush's America.

I am listening to Kid Dynamite's CBGB reunion. Where would I be without music? I am too frightened to answer that.

First week of class and I already feel the weight of 18 hours grinding me into the dirt.

Story is coming along quite nicely, however.

I am in such a funk. Need something, some person, some idea new.

Since August 1st, huh? Let's recap.

I went home a couple weekends ago. It's still the same. Everyone is the same except my grandparents. They are unfortunately older. I went to my last Cards game at THE Busch Stadium. Nose bleed seats. Just how I like it.

I continue to have the feeling that I am being increasingly difficult to be around. I lash out at people. I do end up regretting it. Not only that but I am so mopey around my freinds. This is true until a particular element is added: Alcohol, specifically beer.

A couple nights ago I went to a party for the first time in a long time. I got to see a bunch of old friends and I felt comfortable thanks, in part, to my lowered social inhibitions throught the use of beer. I have two theories on this:

A. I am becoming a dependent alcoholic. I don't think this is too likely because I really don't drink that much. I work to often to have time to drink.

B. My own personal social inhibitions are ridiculously high. In other words, I think I may have a case of social anxiety. (I don't believe it is a disorder so it isn't a case of SAD).

School, school, school. I got all A's during the summer. That was grand. The 18 hours next semester is quite intimidating. We'll see how that works out.

Vice-President Cheney is in town today and there is a disappointing (and disturbing) lack of protestors.

My tape deck in my car is starting to die on me. This hurts me more than when I had my front end smashed up. I am praying that it won't die for the next, oh, 5 years. Not likely. If I decide to put a CD player in it, it will be interesting to see the stereo guys try to find a place of it in the dash of a Buick Skylark.

I like have old people possesions. My old person car, the car seat beads, my salvation army furniture, my old person shoes (they're so comfortable). Maybe it is ironic or maybe I just like comfort over fashion. Maybe a little from column A and a little from column B.

Yeah for hockey!

Wake up

Well, I finally posted again. I always think of stuff to write at the most inconvienient times.

Here's my rant of the day. I like punk music.
My favorite bands are Kid Dynamite, The Briggs, (old)Link 80. See any connection? Those raspy, straining, gritty vocals just get me pumped up.

Kid Dynamite is reuniting at CBGB's in New York. I am jealous.

Spanish is getting better.

This is good news.

post-birthday musings

I have now been on this earth for 21 years.

I think I've learned a lot. (Obviously, I learned how to be verbose. Just look at that opening line.)

I drank gin, gin & tonics, whiskey, gin & tonic and Sierra Mist, Everclear, gin & Sierra Mist. This was all consumed early Tuesday morning in the span of about one and half or two hours.

Tuesday day, Greg came down and I had a pretty good time. I felt bad that I wasn't in full blown crazy "it's my birthday" mode. I think that's what Greg and everyone else expected from me. I just wasn't in the mood. After we went to th ebars however, I was having a good time just trying different beers.

I wanted to go to a drive in again but it was raing around us so I didn't want to get stuck in the mud in middle of cornfed nowhere.

Upon further review

I took out that photo.

I can't stand to look at it everytime I get on this blog.

That's all for today.

Vain and Wicked

This is a photo of me. It is the only image of me on the internet. I don't think that is a good thing. Let me put this picture in context. As you may or may not see, I am wearing my Briggs shirt. I am drinking a CAN of Miller High Life. It is probably 10 in the morning. It was taken during Christmas break. I was feebly trying to grow a beard before I went back to work. I just got itchy. Seriously. This is probably how I will look on Tuesday. Smiling and holding a beer. Only this time, it will be legal.

I know not too many, if any, people have seen this site. I still have to post and start adding my page to other ones. Oh well. I am working on a new story. I hope to have it done before school starts.

Nothing new. Work still sucks. I want to go to a drive-in at least once this summer.

Fun time is over.

Baseball

Check out this link:

World Baseball Classic lineups


I would really like to see this happen.

In one of THOSE moods....

I can't help it. If I happen to be in a good mood something happens and I switch back to my natural angry self. I think my neutral face is a scowl. I don't like that. I don't want my first impression on people to be dislike. It's something else for me to work on.

I get to work a double on the 4th of July. This is my favorite holiday, yet this is the second year in a row that I am working on it. No overtime or anything like that. Maybe cold cuts.

I like Independence Day more than Christmas. I don't have to deal with family stuff on the 4th and I always associate it with a brisk July evening. Even though it will probably be around 98 degrees in the shade.

The Tin Drum is a fantastic book so far. The only problem is I haven't had too much inspiration on writing stories lately. I told myself I would get a resevoir of stories before the fall semester. Hopefully I will be able to think up some good stuf before then.

Hasta luego!

Social Damage

I won $10 playing poker Friday. Overall I made $70 for the night. It will be swallowed by my school bill like a whale eating kelp.

I always have ideas about what to write. The problem is I never write them down because I am so confident in my ability to retain the specks of inspiration. I am such an ass.

I once took a test to see if I had any psychological abnormalities. Everything came back normal except I exhibited heightened narcassistic traits. That wasn't really a suprise.

I wish I had more friends. However, the ones I do have are amazing and patient. Patience is probably a neccessary quality if you want to be my friend. Otherwise, I'll just blow up in your face.

That's tough.

Anyway, I am amazed at how long I have kep this thing going. We'll see how it goes from here.

Later.

Post Spanish Synopsis

I am taking Spanish this summer. I will be taking it all summer. I think that is significant enough to give this summer its title: My Spanish Summer.

I think there are a lot of things I need to do but I can't really think of them off hand.

I need to start writing again but there are too many distractions and I need a more structured or threatening environment to be inspired.

20 days until I'm 21!

I wish you, reader (notice the singular), a very happy Spanish summer.

another Saturday afternoon

I know I am boring and I probably won't get any hits because I can't exactly figure this bolg thing out perfectly.
Don't I need tags or something? I don't know.

Anyhow, I am writing thank you letters to various parties for the scholarships I have received for the upcoming semester. I am going to write one good letter and one form letter. The good letter will go to the scholarship that gave me $600 and the form letter will go to the 3 smaller scholarships. I am not writing a unique letter for $35. Cheap skates.

Hopefully the Cards game will be on free TV later.

I am reading The World According to Garp. I am about halfway through. It ain't not bad.

The countdown to my birthday is 24 days.

That is all.

I told you I was exciting.

I'll probably forget this

I have ten minutesbefore I have to work.

I am Brian.

I am a writer or so I think.

I am easily distracted and might forget about this blog thing.

I write stories about interesting persons in pressing situations.

I have a story about a warden who is faced with his prison flooding.

Also I have a story about a punk going to his grandmother's funeral.

I am liberal.

I like Dorothy Parker, Sylvia Plath, Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters, and Philip Larkin.

I like punk music: Kid Dynamite, Alkaline Trio, Less Than Jake, The Toasters, and The Briggs.

That is enough for today. I will provide a better format and writing later. Enjoy and if you are one of the lucky who trip over this blog, feel free to give a suggestion or any other comment.

Have a nice day.