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so the downside to having incredible parties, is that sometimes beer gets spilled on important things. like keyboards. hence me not being online lately. rather than buying a new keyboard, i've decided to save up to get a new computer. because i really hate that box that i use now.
can't really make this a full update, because i will be going out with morgan shortly. but if anyone this applies to reads this, we need to start planning sf2k5 IMMEDIATELY. it's already april, goddammit. |
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Mar. 18th, 2005 @ 11:39 am
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last night was everything a saint patrick's day should be. pints of guiness, shots of whisky, and green beer. (and a green grateful dead.) public debauchery. fighting a drunk asshole. the oc. (......) and of course, waking up still drunk.
hope you were all feeling a little irish last night, but down to business. next saturday, the 26th, was supposed to be the after-party for the outtakes/weightless/speak easy show. instead of that, we'll just be having the whole damn show here. it's going to be utterly amazing, so just COME. it beats the hell out of whatever else you had planned, trust me. 617 717 8066 if you need directions or anything.
to reiterate:
WEIGHTLESS
SPEAK EASY
AND ON AND ON (possibly)
NEXT SATURDAY, THE 26TH
AT THE DEN
</size>mood:  drunk music: the stryder (old school) |
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Mar. 12th, 2005 @ 01:58 pm
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i am a shitty friend.mood:  stressed music: tbs. |
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saturday, march 26th will be our first party for quite some time. all of you should come. especially you eastoners. and ESPECIALLY those of you who i haven't seen in god knows how long. it will be right after the outtakes/weightless/speak easy show, which is also well worth checking out. great sketch comedy and two just as great bands. come.mood:  restless music: radiohead. |
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You are Wolverine!
A loner by nature, you feel uncomfortable when
around those you don't know and even those you
do. You are awkward when it comes to
relationships, but fiercely loyal to those you
love.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
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so i'm 96% certain i got a new job. i will be bartending again. awesome, awesome, awesome.
the interview couldn't have gone better. the assistant manager was going over my application, previous experiences, etc. when he notices my address. he then starts to tell me about all last year he partied there on the second floor. yep, that was my place.
jobs that i've gotten due to education/experience: 0
jobs that i've gotten from partying/getting drunk: 1
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*phone rings*
me, still half asleep: ......hello?
some guy: hi, tim?
me: no, i....
some guy: is tim there?
me: no, this is....
some guy: is this 854-2223?
me: .....no.
some guy: oh, sorry. *hangs up*
my number is nowhere near 854-2223. and he had to pull this on a morning after i worked for over 12 hours. complete bullshit.mood:  aggravated music: the straylight run. |
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Jan. 1st, 2005 @ 02:44 pm
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from what i remember of last night, i had a good time.
i would write more, but i really can't recall that much.
happy new year, everyone.mood:  exhausted music: pearl jam |
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Dec. 30th, 2004 @ 02:43 pm
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dear excedrin,
thank you for making my day a million times better. you fucking rock.
much love,
chris healey.
so i guess for new years the easton crew is coming up here for fireworks and partying, and i have to figure out how they can all sleep comfortably. if anybody else is gonna be around boston, definitely give me a call. 617 717 8066. i promise fun for all.mood:  grateful music: smashing pumpkins. (i'm on dan's computer) |
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THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Healey
2. faggot
3. very rarely...chris.
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. loserkid113
2. thrubeingcool711
3. beforewefadeout
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i'm witty.
2. i'm loyal.
3. i'm there for my friends when they need me.
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. i'm not very ambitious.
2. i suck at finding a decent job.
3. i stay home too much.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. sandwich.
2. easton.
3. boston.
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. george w.
2. big fucking bugs.
3. being a real adult.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. my/jen's computer.
2. good music.
3. caffeine.
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. lagwagon t shirt.
2. jeans.
3. sandals.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artist)at the moment)):
1. led zeppelin.
2. coheed and cambria.
3. junction 18.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. spitalfield - those days you felt alive.
2. led zeppelin - over the hills and far away.
3. track 2 on the mars volta cd.
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. new band with brent, don, and possibly justin?
2. comic book with andrew.
3. new job.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. trust.
2. great sex.
3. being happy doing absolutely nothing.
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. i'm 6'3".
2. i'm catholic.
3. i got a 1410 on my sat's.
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. smile.
2. body.
3. i like short girls. i don't know why.
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. rotate my shoulder past a certain point.
2. drink tequila.
3. speak japanese.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. video games.
2. parties.
3. writing.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. find an awesome job.
2. write a new song.
3. sit around and do nothing (i think we all know which one is going to win).
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. world famous rock star.
2. professional gambler.
3. head of a giant drug cartel.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. europe.
2. japan.
3. california.
THREE KID'S NAMES:
1. logan.
2. simon.
3. jesus. (no, not hey-zeus. jesus.)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. get married, eventually.
2. never worry about money again.
3. change the lives of everyone i care about, for the best.
THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:
1. jen.
2. abby.
3. colleen.mood:  lazy music: modest mouse. |
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Nov. 18th, 2004 @ 02:42 pm
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lauren deeley's birthday toga party.
tomorrow night around 1030 or 11.
leave message/call if you need more info than that.mood:  excited music: zeppelin. |
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Nov. 16th, 2004 @ 03:50 pm
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we got our kitty back!
most of you probably weren't even aware that we had a cat to begin with. or that we lost her. but we have her back now, so none of that matters. shut up.mood: ecstatic music: green day. |
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come see the outtakes at Photonics 206 at BU. realy fucking good sketch comedy. starts at 830pm. then the whole crowd gets to come back here for the after-party. let me know if you need directions or anything.
i feel like i should say something here about the election, but there's really no point. this country is going to hell. so let's drink til we forget about it. |
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yes sir. halloween party this saturday. bring a costume/friends/booze/anything else you crazy kids might be into these days. it's byob only because next weekend we'll be throwing a kegger after dan and don's show. i'll post more about that next week though.
saw green day last night. they rocked my face off. their new stuff is surprisingly good.
and oh yeah. world series champs. go sox.mood: impressed music: the rapture. |
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Victoria Snelgrove, emerson college student and east bridgewater native, was murdered last night in the kenmore area during the festivities after the game. the party who maliciously ended her brief, twenty one year long life was not a drunken hooligan, but a boston police officer on a power trip, who shot her in the eye with a rubber bullet from nearly point blank range. the guilty officer will almost certainly avoid being charged and sleep soundly for the rest of his or her days, despite the eyewitness accounts stating that the cop knew victoria's face was less than ten feet away when the gun was fired. victoria had done nothing even close to violent or destructive that evening, and was merely enjoying the long overdue victory of the red sox.
menino's solution? close all the bars on and around lansdowne during the world series. the same brilliant statesmen who cost our city billions and made day to day living impossible for ordinary bostonians during the dnc thinks that costing local businesses millions in revenue is going to prevent people from being drunk and festive. no violence whatsoever was reported in any bar or nightclub last night.
so maybe instead of praying for victory tonight, you should say a prayer for victoria and her family, for responsibility, humility, and conscientiousness in those paid to protect us, and for a peaceful end to the '04 baseball post season.
jen and i were right there. we were at the edge of the crowd, and had crossed to the other side of the street less than a minute before they fired those riot slugs at everyone. the crowd had to be AT LEAST fifteen feet away, and were cooperating with the officers demands when they were fired upon.
god bless the BPD.
here's the article.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/10/18/national/main649827.shtmlmood:  numb |
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Oct. 13th, 2004 @ 01:32 pm
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i don't think i'm going to be leaving boston again for a while. |
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boston is filled with drama lately. i've been here for over a year, and so far i've done a pretty good job of avoiding it. so i guess it's been a good run. bah.
i went on a mini-road trip the past few days just to get out of the city. too much shit i just have to sit back and watch.
but i don't feel like writing about stupid shit like that. so here's some better stuff.
-new band. needs to happen. me and josh and ???. reply if interested.
-comic book. in the works. i'm writing it. andrew is illustrating it.
-minivans with futon mattresses. awesome.
-cocktail party. saturday. invite only. i'll let you know.
stay cool, kids.mood: blank music: hey mercedes. |
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rage.
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Sep. 20th, 2004 @ 08:54 pm
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so i made a little trip to easton this afternoon, to visit my sister on her birthday. the cd player in jen's van wasn't working, so i was forced to listen to the radio the whole trip. i think it was on kiss 108 when this really, REALLY terrible song came on. i remember thinking, "this sounds a lot like simple plan....only worse."
well turns out it was simple plan, but thats beside the point. my point is that i was actually angered by the fact that this song even exists, nevermind that it's on the radio. it's like they wrote it just so every angsty 11- to 14-year-old would put it in his/her profile. i'm going to post the lyrics, but i recommend that everyone download it so they can get the whole annoying vocals/horrible lyrics/crappy music effect that only simple plan can produce.
A Simple Plan - Welcome to My Life
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
Do you ever wanna runaway?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
but no one hears you screaming
(pre-chorus)
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me
(chorus)
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
But no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desparate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and their stupid lies
Well deep inside you're bleeding
*pre-chorus
*chorus
No one ever lied straight to your face
No one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
Never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like what it's like
*chorus
Welcome to my life (x3)
disgusting.
i saw karen driving around easton today, too. so i called her. i'd really like to see that girl again.
also while driving around easton, i happened to drive by this old house that always used to have this lonely old guy sitting outside on the porch. he was always just sitting in his rocking chair, watching cars go by. practically every day. anyway, i drove by it today, and the part of the porch that he sat on had collapsed, and the chair was propped up against the wall. kind of sad.
and i miss my dogs. saw them today. lucy is getting a cataract in her left eye, and can barely see out of it anymore. i miss them.
time for melee.mood:  sleepy music: anything but simple plan. |
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party on saturday, to welcome everyone back to boston. bring your friends/family/coworkers/pets/whoever.mood:  hot music: less than jake. |
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so life is fucking good right now. within a few weeks, everyone awesome will be back in boston. one of the best living arrangements i can imagine will be a reality as of this wednesday. and i finally don't have that whole stupid money issue to worry about.
oh, and just to add to our little entourage of small mammals, we got a cat. her name is madonna and she has a squirrel's tail. and i might be allergic to her. i haven't figured that out yet.
today:
hero with austen.
somehow getting back to easton.
texas roadhouse with the easton crew.
be jealous.mood:  relaxed music: spitalfield. |
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around 1 or 2pm today, i got around to filling up sarge's (our rabbit's) and fluffypants's (our hamster's) food bins. i use the last of both of their food. i then proceeded to send jen a text message, in which i asked her to pick up some food for the animals on her way home. so basically, the message looked like this:
"on your way home can you get some food for sarge and fluff?"
hours pass.
around 7 or 8pm, i'm at work. i get a text message from jen. she's really excited about something. it seems there are 3 kinds of fluff at the grocery store - original*, strawberry, and raspberry. her message looked like this:
"They have raspberry + strawberry fluff too! What do i do?"
keep in mind that this is hours after i sent the original text message. so all that i understand is that jen is excited about fluff, so why bring her down? i respond with "get them all. now."
hours pass.
jen arrives back home with lee, rabbit food, and all three kinds of fluff. and pot. good pot. we smoke said good pot, and become stoned. we then make sandwiches with the flavored fluff, whereupon jen asks me why i wanted all this fluff to begin with.
it isn't until this very instant that i piece it together. that WE ALL piece it together. we all realize our folly, and share a good laugh.
*jen wants me to update this. it seems "classic" would be a better term than "original."mood:  amused music: taking back sunday. |
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