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Saturday, July 16th, 2005
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1:49 pm - "You can't defend it.....it's predetermined."
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I honestly didn't plan on writing in this thing ever again. That's why I took the link out of my profile for a while. This will probably be my last entry for a long time, if not forever. Who knows. However, I've learned in the past, as I'm sure all of you have at one time or another, to never say never. I just haven't had the motivation to write about my life anymore, let alone the time to do so...except for this weekend.
I got an unexpected 4-day weekend on Wednesday night, aka Thursday I was scheduled off, and Friday, Saturday, Sunday I was/am suspended from work. Why, you ask? Well, I got caught eating a nectarine in the cooler. Yeah, that's it. Everyone who I've told has said the same thing..."That's it?!?!" Yep. Technically, I should have been fired because it was considered 'stealing.' But you wouldn't believe the amount of shit we throw out every single day at that place. I hardly see anything wrong with what I did, especially because the fuckin thing had a brown spot on it. Nobody was going to buy it. So my egotistical, power-driven, douchefuck of a store manager decided he was gonna be hardcore about it. This guy's a flat-out fruitcake. He's got no life. He gets his kicks from doing things like this to people, when he knows the shit that I did goes on every single day, with every single person. Whatever. I have everyone at work's support apparently. My produce co-workers were supposedly going to wear black arm bands in my memory/support. And another one of my co-workers already posted on our Fantasy Football website, "FREE MALEN!!!!" I like to think of myself as a legend. Bottom line is, it's a fucking grocery store, and some people (the high-ranking officials of my store) need to just chill the fuck out about the whole thing. I ate a nectarine, get over it. Everyone's on my side, and I love it. I can't wait to graduate and get a real job.
There's a whole big story about what happened and how it all went down, but I didn't feel like typing it up. I'm sure most of you have heard it already, though. If not, you're missing out. It's absolutely ridiculous.
Now that we got that out of the way...
I'm still having a killer summer, still working out as much as I can, and at night doing the usual going out and getting shitfaced thing with my peoples. I feel no need to elaborate on any of that however, because it becomes quite redundant after a while. Just know that I am having an awesome summer, thank you. I hope you are as well.
Last night I went to Manny Brown's for happy hour with the Boog. Solid time. I ran into KKKerrigan on the way out, which was weird. He was supposed to be at the shore, but it turns out he didn't leave yet and had a couple hours to kill so he was going to have a few beers...typical KKKerrigan. So then the Boog and I went to Chickie's and Pete's with Sly to watch the Phils game and drink too much beer. Sly and I left after the game, but the Boog stayed and hung with some of her friends that she met up with there. She called me today to tell me how her night eventually got nuts. I'm glad to hear that, because she didn't even want to go to Chickie's in the first place. All in all, it was another one of those solid booze-filled nights. I love home.
Either Tuesday or Wednesday a few of us are heading down to AC to win some serious cash. I haven't been down there in a while, let alone played Blackjack in a while, and I miss it. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I have so much confidence in going down there and winning money. I've been pretty lucky...or have I just been good? I really don't know. I do like to think of myself as a good Blackjack player, though. I figure i'll go down with like $250 and see how that works out for me. I'd like to at least double that. Anyone who has the day off or whatever and wants to come, let me know.
Cory Lidle lost last night. I don't want to talk about it. He's still the best pitcher in baseball. I also got a Todd Pratt poster out of the newspaper, and it's currently hanging on the wall in front of me. I love that scumbag. Sly and I were talking about it last night. The Phils should have Cory Pitch every day, Pratt catch every day, Bobby play the whole outfield every day, Chase play the infield, with Ryan Howard on 1st, because they have to have somebody to throw to. We'd put up at least an .850 winning percentage with that lineup.
Lastly, I've pretty much decided I'm moving to Phoenix sometime after I graduate. You've all heard me talk about it, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've come to that decision. What's keeping me here? What's going to keep me here? Exactly...nothing. I'd love to move out there either in January after graduation or June when my lease is up, but I don't think I'll have the money, unless I win the lottery, fall into money somehow, or go to AC constantly and win a lot every time. So I think I'm going to have to wait a little while after I graduate til I have some money, then jump ship and head to the desert. I still have a lot of time to figure out how I'm going to do it, but I'm 98% sure it's what I want to do, and what I'm going to do. Who's coming with me? Fine, I don't need yall anyway.
We'll see if this is my last entry for a while, or forever, or whatever...I'm not sure. It all depends on my level of motivation and amount of time I have to write about my life. I guess just keep checkin in if you're that interested. It's now time for some 'liftage, runnage...studage.'
Later on, faithful Magician followers.
current mood:  good
current music: Thrice - In Your Hands
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| Sunday, July 10th, 2005
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10:50 am - "I know you want what's on my mind..."
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"...I know you like what's on my mind.
I know it eats you up inside.
I know you know you know you know."
Four score and seven years ago.....it feels that long ago since I wrote in this thing at least. I really don't have much to say. I've kinda been layin low the past week or so. Been real busy with work and just relaxin since that first burst of summer. Time to pick it back up again soon.
So apparently there's this perception out there that I try to be an asshole. Believe me, I don't try. You people and the rest of the world bring it out in me. I'm not exactly proud of it, but it's who I am. One, two, maybe even three people have seen my soft side, and know the sweet magician. Awww. Either way, I realize who I am, and I harnace it, and go with it. That's just the way things go.
Next subject...Cory Lidle yesterday...S T U fuckin D. How many #5 starters have 8 wins?
Fantasy football is heating up. The draft isn't until August 28th, but every day at work, it's the same thing "Who you pickin?" "Who you lookin at?" "Who you like?" Sure, it gets redundant, but it's fun as all hell. It gives us something to talk about all day. Right now I'm leaning towards Domanick Davis with my #7 overall pick. If only Priest would slip that far. We'll see.
So yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst days of my life. I woke up early to get Pearl Jam tickets at 10. Yeah, no chance on that one. I kept checking at 9:57, 58, 59, then finally 10. Sold out in a matter of 4 seconds. Unreal. Guess that's what happens when there's less than 3500 available. If anyone wants me to love them forever, get me those tickets somehow. Win them, steal them, suck a dick for them. Whatever you have to do, do it. Hopefully we'll still go down to AC that weekend and I'll get a chance to play blackjack with Eddie and the fellas. I probably have a better chance at that than getting tickets.
Weezy Weez's 21st celebration was Friday night, so big Fez and I headed up to Shitville for that. It was a good time, even though I didn't get to see the Weez very much because she had a ton of people with her. As long as she had a good time and got intoxicated. Word is that she did. Alright then.
Last night Diddy and I went to the Hulmeville to throw down some beers on his last weekend before having a killer job. We sat there and tried to think of ways we can get rich and not ever have to work again. I have a feeling something's gonna happen. Just a feeling. There were some good ideas thrown around, both examples of things that people have done, and things that Diddy has in mind. Diddy, remember, I'm your graphic designer. Don't forget me. Gotta have a good lookin site. $$$$$$$.
Diddy finally burned me the new Foo Fighters double album. It's awesome. I have a feeling it'll be hanging out in the CD player in the car for a long time. I highly recommend you guys check it out.
I realized on Thursday that I'm a complete fuck up when it comes to certain things. That's the bottom line. I just think and look back and say to myself, "What if I didn't say this?" or "What if I didn't do this, or did this differently?" So, sort of like the song I'm listening to right now, I'm the boy who blocked his own shot. Every now and then I look back, more lately than before, and I want to kick myself for shit that I did wrong. I know I deserve whatever I get now, but I do know that I've changed, and that I'm a much better person than I was before. So much better.
Anyway, enough uninteresting shit. It's time for me to shower and get to work. Another day of "Who you like?" "Who you gonna pick?"
Stay cool, muthafuckas.
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.
current mood:  working
current music: Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
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| Tuesday, July 5th, 2005
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9:23 pm - The Life of Malen The Magician - turning like a wheel inside your head
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Same old shit, different day. Summer's still rolling along smoothly. Still having a fucking blast. I love Langhorne. I don't know if I ever mentioned that before. The summer's flying by though. Maybe because it's a month shorter for me than in the past because of fuckin summer classes. Oh well, worth it in the end. I'm graduating in December...2005, not 2008. I think I'm ready for it, too.
I'm heading up to Shitville on Thursday to make a rather large purchase. It's about damn time. Probably not gonna hang up there for long though, just gonna get it done, then come home, depending on who's up at school or whatever. We'll see. Besides, I'll be heading back up there Friday night after work for Weezy Weez's 21st. That is if everything is still on as planned. Should be a good time. Then I gotta wake up, get my Pearl Jam tickets (Please God), and head home for work.
Not gonna say much about Petey's 4th of July bash, because there's too much to say. If you were there, you know...if not, that sucks. It was an incredible time. I was just a little disappointed that a few people didn't have that great of a time. I am the magician, but I can't work miracles. Our volleyball team ended up losing the championship series 2 games to 1. Very disappointing considering we handled that team earlier before the playoffs. So we're going to hear about it from Goldberg for the next year until we get redemption. What is also very disappointing is the fact that there was no stripper volleyball team, but there were strippers present. You could just tell, because they dress differently than everyone else. It was a booze-filled time that ended with me, the Nan Man, and Milfoit (after awaking from his slumber in the hammock) playing 1 on 1 pong as the sun came up, as we tried to kill the rest of the beer. We came up a little short, but we did what we could. This year was definitely the best of the three...by far...to me at least. And Petey didn't break any hearts this year. Thatta boy.
The Phils have me confused, so I'll just skip over them this time. Birds' camp is in a little over 3 weeks. Will T.O. show? I think he will.
Our fantasy football draft lottery was held today. There's 36 teams, 3 divisions of 12. The league is made up of either Giant employees or employees' relatives. I'm in the East division with the likes of the witty O'Connor brothers, B-Dawg, and the man that gave me the name 'Malen the Magician', Mr. B-Wills himself. There are 4 newcomers in my division, which should make it a little interesting. Nobody in my division really scares me, however. But, we'll have to see. I have the #7 overall pick. 20 rounds later, and I'll have the best team. Time to start studying. I study more for this draft than I do for any test I've ever taken. Besides, this is for a chance to win $700-$1400. Priorities.
So I rambled on about a bunch of random shit. Sorry. That's all I've got for tonight. I'm gonna lay low tonight because I work at 6 tomorrow and it was a very, very long weekend. I need sleep. Later on, friends.
current mood:  tired
current music: The Roots - Quills
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| Saturday, July 2nd, 2005
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10:57 am - "You're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never ever choose to be"
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I figured I'd squeeze a short little entry in before I have to go to work today. Just a few things I have on my mind and I'd like to share with the congregation.
Live 8 is today. Yipee. Eddie, Jeff, Matt, Mike, and Stone won't be there, so it'll pretty much blow. Aside from the fact that there's gonna be like 7 port-o-potties for over a million people. If you're going, have fun, and bring some TP. Well, if you're reading this, it's probably already too late. So I hope you had fun, and went prepared, and didn't get dead.
I went to the mall the other day because I had to pick up a couple things. I hate the mall more and more every time I go. It just gets worse with the amount of mall rats and trash that hangs out there. Hey guys, get a life. You can't hang out at the mall and 'fight the machine' or your parents your whole life by hanging out at the mall.....or can you? Fucking losers.
So I was walking through the mall, and I was honestly approached 4 times, by 4 different groups of people conducting surveys. I don't know if this was a 1 day thing or if this happens every day at the mall, because I rarely ever go there. Either way, it was annoying as all hell. Get away from me. I came to shop, not to fill out your flavored water surveys. Get a real job. If any of you have a job such as this, I apologize, but it's really annoying. They're like telemarketers, but you get to see the faces you want to punch for bothering you. Then they give you this disgusted look when you say nicely 'No thanks.' Excuse me, but fuck you. At least I didn't ignore you and just walk by. God damn. Who the FUCK do they think they are? If I had that job, I'd just fill out the surveys myself, making up names, addresses, and phone numbers. It can't possibly be that hard.
You know something I hate? Other than being approached by people with surveys in the mall. It's being accused of shit when you didn't do it. It's one of the things I hate the most in the world. Recently I was accused of saying something to somebody, or 'sending a message' to somebody that they didn't like. Well, I regret to inform you that I didn't. As much as I'd love to say plenty of things to this person, I've kept my cool for over 2 weeks now, and I'm pretty proud of myself and see no reason to break that barrier down now. I don't know what was said, or why that person thinks I said it, but I didn't say a damn thing, so back off and leave me out of your life. Thanks.
On top of that, I thought this other person and I had an agreement that we would not mention or take shots at each other in our respective journals. I was reading my counterpart's journal yesterday and saw a nice little entry taking shots at me. Totally uncool. I then later checked to read it again, only to find that it was removed. So I guess that person either felt bad about it or rememebered the little agreement we had about not taking shots at one another through our journals. These past 2 paragraphs aren't taking shots at that person. They're just expressing my disappointment and anger. I don't even read that other person's journal very often anymore. Maybe once a week, because they used to be a good writer, and I used to be interested in what they had to say. But not so much anymore. The writing has become weak and uninteresting, so I haven't had the desire to read. I used to like the stories and the way things were written out. Not anymore though. Maybe because I don't care for the person much at all. Oh well, I'll leave it at that. I just wish we could go our separate ways quietly. Enjoy your summer, and forget about me.
I can't end this entry on a sour note, so I saved the best part for last.
On Saturday October 1st at the Borgata in Atlantic City, Pearl Jam will be rocking hardcore. I almost shit my pants when Kerrigan called me to break the news. I was taking a nap, so I missed the announcement on the radio. He called and said Pearl Jam is playing in Atlantic City. I said 'Where at in AC?' He fires back with a 'The Borgata...Yelllllloooooooowwww' Haha. Classic. The only problem is that there's only 3500 tickets available. Hopefully God's on my side for this one, and let's me purchase 6 tickets on Saturday July 9th at 10:00:01 AM. We'll probably go down early, gamble, booze, go to the concert, gamble some more if we're not already broke, booze some more, and crash at Kerrigan's in Ocean City. That is of course if we get the tickets. I have a good feeling about it though. We're gonna win.....we're gonna win.
Time for work, so I'm outta here. Next time I'll have a recap of the shitshow that was Petey's 4th of July extravaganza. Until then, take care of yourselves, enjoy your 4th of July weekend, and don't blow your hands off with an M-80.
The Magician
Working magic since 1983
current mood: working
current music: A Perfect Circle - Judith
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| Tuesday, June 28th, 2005
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5:49 pm - An entire sand volleyball team consisting of strippers?
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That's correct. There has been a late entry into the sand volleyball tournament at Goldberg's for the 4th of July extravaganza. In addition to the roid-heads, and us college kids, a team consisting of all strippers has been added to the now 3-team tourney. Word on the street has it that they will use many 'distractions' to capture themselves a championship. We'll have to see about that. I'm not gonna lie, this year's party looks like it'll be 9999999 times better than the past few years, considering the events, and the expected turnout. Pretty exciting stuff.
I'm still keeping up with my workout routine. And I'm still very proud of myself. I lift for 2 days, then take a day off, lift for 2 days, take a day off. You get the point. I run 1-2 miles every day, depending on how I feel or how tired I am. I also jacked up my crunches workload to 200 a day. 100 wasn't tough anymore, so I decided to do more. I guess that means I'm getting more fit or some shit. And it rhymes too. And on top of all that, I've lost 7 pounds and some of the gut I had since I've been home, even with all the beer I've consumed, and only being sober for 3 nights since I've been home. I'm not even mad...that's amazing. But the alcoholism could turn into a problem.
This summer's a lot different than last. Part of it has to be because I'm 21 and able to go out and booze legally, while the other part has to be that I'm not working as much as I was last summer, so I'm not as tired and lazy. I've been pretty busy with work, but I've had plenty of time to do things I want to do, and go out whenever, which means every night, and I'm not as worn down as I was last year. I worked 6 days a week, 48 hours last summer, and this summer I have 5 days and 40 hours. Doesn't seem like much of a difference, but it really is. 2 days off is huge compared to 1. Huge.
Live 8 is on Saturday down in the city. I think it's pretty cool that Philly's the only US city to be hosting a show. I wish I could go, but it'll be unbelievably packed. There was talk about Eddie being there, and even possibly the whole band. Then I would definitely have to go. Even if I was 9 miles away from the stage, I would make sure I was there. I don't think it'd be a good idea to call out from work again though, after the shit I've been going through since then. The Jolly Green Giant makes me put out the apples every day now. I hate apples. They always fall. Fuckin apples. I never ever do them, until the past week as part of my 'punishment'. Ha. I feel like I'm in 1st grade. I love 'work'.
On the topic of Live 8, I was listening to MMR the other day, and the DJ said about Live 8, "Don't be afraid of the rappers. Go out and celebrate diversity." Awesome quote. It's true, too...everyone should.
So I was watching the Discovery Channel the other night, on one of my rare sober nights so far this summer, and I was watching the show about 'The Greatest American'. I caught the last 15 minutes of it, and numbers 5 through 3 were George Washington, Ben Franklin, and MLK Jr. Understandable. I'm not sure who all was in the running though. And then, I became dumbfounded. At number 2 was another one of my favorite people ever, Abraham Lincoln. The guy was 1 step short of being a living God. He did so much for this country, and for all of mankind, and he finished number 2 to.....Ronald Reagan? Are you fucking kidding me? What bullshit. Did Ronald Reagan even make a movie about freeing slaves, let alone do it? Did he do all he could to bring a nation together? He supposedly 'brought down the Great Wall', but that's bullshit. That thing was coming down anyway, more sooner than later, too. He just glorified it and pushed the fact and pushed it and pushed it, making it seem like he was the one that did it. Those people were bringing that thing down regardless of Reagan. He wasn't even a good actor either, let alone a better president or 'American' than my man Abe. The only thing I can think when trying to figure out why and how he won is because he was so popular, and most of the people that probably voted for this thing were alive during his time, as opposed to Lincoln who died on April 14, 1865. I've read a lot about Lincoln for the past few years because I've always been interested in his life and history. You should too. Very cool stuff.
Damn, that was a long paragraph. I like to keep them short because they're easier to follow, and keeps the reader interested. Sort of like this.
In other news, I was watching Family Guy that same night on Adult Swim, and apparently there's a straight-to-DVD Family Guy movie coming out September 27th. September 27th, hmmm...that day rings a bell. Anyway, it's apparently about Stewie having a near death experience and then deciding to search for his real father. It better be good. I really don't have any doubts that it will, but it better be.
Saturday night when we were supposed to go to Flatspin for the Boog's birthday, plans changed and we went to Kat-Man-Du in Trenton instead. Turned out to be an awesome time. Really, it was awesome. I didn't have to dance. Huge plus. Not many people did dance, and the ass-load of us that went had a great time. I might actually have to go there again. I thoroughly enjoyed the outside deck/tropical area. That place made it into my top 5 favorite boozing places. Although the specials did suck that night.
Longest journal entry ever. Maybe not. Either way, I'm heading over to Petey's so we can all practice a little bit for the volleyball tournament. Hope all of you are having an awesome summer. I love Langhorne.
Did you get something out of this all-encompassing trip?
current mood: energetic
current music: Pearl Jam - Present Tense
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| Saturday, June 25th, 2005
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5:15 pm - "I'm expressin with my full capabilities..."
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"...and now I'm livin in correctional facilities.
Cause some don't agree with how I do this;
I get straight, and meditate, like a Buddhist.
I'm droppin flavor, my behavior is hereditary,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said it gets funky,
When you got a subject and a predicate..."
We meet again...Let's skip the bullshit and get right to the update on my life...
So Wednesday night, Diddy, My Steven, and I went to Diddy's house in Seaside Heights for the night. Awesome fuckin time. It got pretty sloppy pretty fast. The only negative was that the bars weren't as hoppin as we expected them to be. Regardless, we had a great time. We even met some chicks that were stayin across the street from us, and we ended up hanging out with them for a while. Pretty cool chicks, but Diddy and Steve ultimately scared them away. Then Thursday we hung out on the beach and caught some rays. First sun I've seen since Spring Break in Pa-ho-nix. ("You mean Phoenix?" "Feeeeenix? Ahahahahaha"). It was a perfect day for the beach. Not too hot, nice breeze. Like I said, perfect. Sucked to come home later that day though. It was a tease being down there only for a night/day, a place where we've had some awesome times the past 5 years. Hopefully we can get back there in August sometime if the house is open again.
I got to hang out with a long lost friend in Q on Thursday night. We went up to Manny Brown's to visit the Boog, and eventually some more NHS Alumni showed up and we all had a killer time. I missed Q. I haven't seen her in forever, and I don't talk to her as much as I did at one time, but we never actually hung out before. So that was different, but definitely cool. She's awesome.
Work's getting better. Me and the Jolly Green Giant (my manager) are seeing a counselor and working through our differences. Ha, not really, but he's eased up off me for calling out last week a little bit. And work's becoming more fun again, so that's a huge plus. Besides, with the amount of MILFs that come in to that place every day, good Christ, how could it not be fun?
I think I'm headed down to A.C. on Tuesday. I just got my first paycheck, so I figure it's time to try to double it with a little Blackjack. I'm probably gonna head down with My Steven, and Diddy was supposed to go too, but he already bitched out. Waaaaa...waaaaaaa. The kid's gonna be making millions in a couple weeks, and he's worried about money. Diddy, please.
And Thursday I might be headed up to Millersville to pay my rent, pick up a couple things, and visit a few of the people I actually like there. We'll see.
The Phils suck again. Un-fuckin-believable. We need starting pitching help bad. It also doesn't help that Pat Burrell's like 3 for his last 40 or some shit. 10 games ago he was batting .329, and last I checked he's at .290. Fuck that. They're not even gonna give themselves a chance to blow it in the playoffs. Fez told me not to get sucked in...but how could I not with the way they were playing? It won't be long before Eagles chants start up again at Phils games, if they didn't already.
Speaking of which...we haven't heard anything from or about T.O. in a while have we? I think that says a lot. That big-mouthed mother fucker might actually be realizing that he's being a douchefuck (Dannyboy, 2005). Look pal, you have no better chance to win a championship than here with us. You saw that last year. Besides, last I checked, 49 million bucks over 7 years is a lot of money. I guarantee that if you offered anybody on this planet that much money to play a game they loved, they would take it. So shut your fucking mouth and just play. Here's what I think should happen...Donovan should send a fucking laser right T.O.'s way the first home game of the season, the first play, right at his dome. So hard that he can't catch it and it nails him right in the face. It would get a huge ovation from us, the fans, and it would show T.O. who's boss, and to just shut up and play.
There's my T.O. rant...just a few weeks late.
And, I've been doing real well with keeping myself in shape. Been running every day, lifting 2 out of every 3 days. I'm proud of myself. And I'm actually starting to notice a difference, which is awesome. Because when you work out a lot and don't notice a difference, it's just depressing.
I think I've written enough and got you all up to date with my life. I guess I'll go cleanse myself now as I have to get to a barbecue at the Boog's for her birthday, and then an assload of us are headed out to Flatspin later on tonight. Never been there. Heard it's very much a club. Not too excited about clubs, as you all know. But I guess we'll see.
Alright, I'm outta here.
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current mood:  indescribable
current music: The Starting Line - From Start To Finish
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| Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005
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4:44 pm - "Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit."
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Ah...gotta love Eazy-E.
I wasn't planning on updating today, but there's currently a thunderstorm going on outside which is keeping me from going for a run. I'd have no problem running in the rain, but lightning absolutely terrifies me. I've come close to being struck a good 3 or 4 times. I have a feeling that's the way I'm gonna die, and I'm trying to put that off for as long as possible, so I'm waiting for this thing to pass over so I can run my ass off, or in my case, my gut. I worked til 2:30 today, and already got a "good core lift" in. So all I have left to complete my day is a run, a shower and eats. Then tonight, me, Diddy, and My Steven are headed to "Diddy's Sho House" in Seaside Heights for the night and all day tomorrow. It will undoubtedly be an awesome time. We're leaving sometime between 7 and 9...still not sure yet. Whatever. It's never too late to start boozin.
I was thinking at work today as I put up a fresh case of artichokes or some shit...what if yall couldn't read? I stopped and thought about it for a second. What would be the point of this whole journal thing? Sure it gives me 'someone' to talk to about every minute of my life, but it wouldn't be as fun without feedback and knowing that people read what I have to say. So I'm just happy that you're all able to read. That's just awesome.
The other night, on the way home from the Hume of course, Petey and I had a chat about our respective female situations. That kid cracks me up. This one broad, who is borderline psycho I might add, is obsessed with him, but he doesn't want anything to do with her because she's so nuts. I'm sure most of you know who I'm talking about. Anyway, so we're talking about her, and why he keeps bringing her back for more, and I said "Well why the fuck do you call her when you're drunk and shit? Just get rid of her, she's nuts." And he responds with..."Well, I like her a lot when I'm drunk...but fuck, that's all the time." We've been drinking a lot so far this summer, so this might turn out to be a serious problem. Bottom line, the kid cracks me up. He just doesn't get it. Petey, she's wacked, stay away from her.
Last night, me, Sly, and Fez met up with KKKerrigan and a few of his buddies at Kenny's on Street Road. It was a good time, but that place is a little too high class for me. Their special was $2.50 bottles. Yeah, nice special. Sorry, I'm poor and can't afford that. Definitely a nice place though, and I'll probably end up going back, so why am I bitching? Oh that's right, it's what I do. Blow me.
Well I think this thunderstorm bullshit is over with. I feel safe now, so it's time to run. Hopefully I'll have a good story or 2 to share with yall when I get back from Seaside tomorrow night.
One last note: Today is Boog's birthday. So happy birthday, Boog. I love that girl. She's awesome. She even came in to visit me at work today. How cool is that? I love Boog. Boog Boog Boog Boog Boog. Boog.
Alright, I'm really going for real this time...
Check yourself before you wreck yourself. Later friends.
current mood:  sore
current music: Brand New - Seventy Times 7
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| Monday, June 20th, 2005
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4:24 pm - "This is not for you..."
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It feels like forever since I wrote something in this thing. It was just Friday though. Weird. Much has happened in my life since then. First off, I checked the grades for my summer classes today. Now, I could lie about my grades and say I got A's in both classes when I really got like a C+ and a C, or even lower. I know some people do that. But I really did get A's in both. I'm pretty proud of myself, so I must use some of this journal space to brag a little. Anything to jack that overall GPA up. Every bit helps after that .55 semester GPA I pulled off in Spring of '03 killed it. Yeah...you all remember that one.
Friday night was the Tom Petty/Black Crowes concert. It was awesome. He didn't play as long as we expected him to, but he didn't disappoint at all. The only thing that we were a little upset with was the fact that he played a few new songs, songs that are going to be on a new album coming out soon. Come on, Tom. Nobody knows those. Play shit we know, man. Bottom line is, the guy's a stud, no doubt. We ended up missing the Black Crowes because we were waiting in the parking lot for Sly's life partner and her friend to show up. Oh well. At least we didn't miss Tom. We did meet up with Allison, and Becky's older sister though, thanks to a phone call to Wilmo. I love Wilmo. That was pretty cool, hangin out with those 2 before the show. Took them forever to find us, but we had a good time once they found us.
"...Yeah, you..."
Saturday night was Petey's graduation party. That night didn't turn out as expected at all. Right after I got there, Diddy calls me..."Yo Mal, you wanna go out tonight? Jon's home for the night." Jon is Eyeball, Eyeball is Jon. Turns out he was home for the night cause he was in New York for a couple days with his cousin or some shit. Unfortunately I had to leave Petey's party to meet up with a brother who I haven't seen since spring break in Pa-ho-nix. So me, Diddy, Ball, and My Steven went to the Hulmeville. Fuckin awesome time. We haven't all hung out together in a long time. We laughed our asses off catchin up and shit as we went through pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after pitcher after...you get the idea. It was a long night, but fun as hell. So at about 2:30 we bailed outta there and I went back to Petey's because a few of them were still up boozin. I was beyond loaded and had the munchies real bad, so I hung out there and shot the shit as I filled up on the leftover food before I came home to crash. I feel bad I had to leave Petey's and come back, but these were extreme circumstances. He was pretty shitfaced anyway, so maybe he forgets.
I've gotten a lot accomplished today. I worked 630-3, then I came right home and ran 2 miles before I could sit down and let the laziness set in. It felt good. I then proceeded to do my daily set of 100 crunches. Soon enough the beast of a gut I have will be gone. I've already lost 5 pounds since I've been home. It doesn't make much sense though, because I've been boozin a lot more than I did at school. Must be the runnin and crunches...awesome. So it's a little after 4 now, and I still have the whole day ahead of me. I got everything done that I wanted to do today. I'm beat though, so a nap might be in order. Yeah, definitely. Gotta rest up for wing night at the Hume w/ Petey and the usual squad.
"...Never was for you..."
Wednesday night, Diddy and My Steven and I are heading down to Diddy's place in Seaside Heights for the night and Thursday. His house is open this week, so we're taking advantage. And apparentely some chicks Diddy knows from Pitt are gonna be down there, so we'll have some hole to hang out with. Regardless, we'll have a great time.
The Phils just got back from a road trip in which they struggled to score runs. I'm not too worried, though. It's always tough to play on the road, especially after a hot streak like they were on, and especially on the west coast. Don't worry, I haven't lost faith yet. They'll be fine. We just have to find a way to overcome the Wolfy injury. Please Eddie Wade, don't do anything stupid.
"...Fuck you..."
Work has been going alright I guess. It's work. It's more work now than it ever has been before. It's still fun sometimes, but not the same as it used to be, because many of my partners in crime don't work there anymore, such as B-Dawg, Zac Diesel, and Gerome. We used to have some serious fun, but now there's a lot of new dudes, and they're younger and scared to have fun. Work for me has always been fun. Well, I've always made it fun. I have to have fun, I have to joke around, I have to laugh, I have to be a sarcastic obnoxious asshole. Any of you who know me already know this. It's what makes me get up every day. My antics are not as appreciated as they once were by my supporting cast. There's nobody to feed off of, except for Phil, but we don't get to work together much. B-Dawg and I used to feed off each other all day and have a great time. Made the time fly by, made work more fun than it should have been. And to top it off, me and the Jolly Green Giant, my manager, are in a little disagreement right now about scheduling. Long story short...I requested off, he didn't give me off, I called out, he's mad. I told him I couldn't be there, well in advance. I told him to not schedule me that day. He said OK. He must've forgotten and scheduled me. I tried to switch, nobody could, and in turn was forced to call out. So, there's a mini battle between us right now, even though I've been reliable for him the past 3 years, and even though everyone else he has right now has called out 500 times more than I ever have, which is like 3. Whatever. I'm over it. He will be too.
Wow. I've written way too much, about way too much. I'm gonna go take a nap. This entry should keep yall occupied for a few days. Bottom line is, my summer's been awesome so far. I see no reason why it won't stay that way or even get better. I hope all of yours is going just as well. The 4th of July extravaganza at Petey's is coming up in 13 days. It's gonna be sick. Sick, I say...sick.
"...This is not for you."
I'm outta here. Take it easy, everyone. Don't booze and cruise.
P.S.- Link, I miss you...Dannyboy, I don't miss you...well, just not as much. K Bye.
current mood:  accomplished
current music: Pearl Jam - Not For You
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| Friday, June 17th, 2005
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11:26 am - Just another journal entry
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Good morning. Not much to write about, just trying to stay consistent with the updates. Here's what's new.
The Tom Petty/Black Crowes concert is tonight at the Tweeter Center. It's gonna be incredible. Word on the street has it that Tom puts on a hell of a show. I hope that stands true tonight.
Last night didn't go exactly as planned, but it turned out to be a good time, because naturally, it ended up at the Hulmeville. And when you're at the Hume, it always turns out to be a good time. Me, My Steven, and Diddy went to Chickie's and Pete's to watch the Phils and have some beers. Well, surprisingly, Chickie's and Pete's, a big Phils supporter, didn't have em on. They had the fuckin NBA fuckin lame-ass fuckin Finals on every fuckin TV. What the fuck? So after a quick pitcher, we bailed outta there and headed closer to home, to the Hume and met up with a wide variety of characters including Petey, the Boog, Drop, Wayne Train, Bep, and the Nan Man. A phenomenal evening indeed.
The Phils open a 3 game set against the A's tonight (I sound like a sportscaster). Cory Lidle's got the rock for us tonight against a possible future Phillie, Barry Zito. At least that's what some trade rumors are suggesting. I just can't see that happening though. He's their ace, and we don't have anybody to give up to get him, and on top of that, nobody that we're willing to move to get him. But, we'll see. Anyway, tonight...I have no doubt in my mind Cory'll get us the W. He's a fuckin stud. I beleive I've expressed my love for Cory Lidle many times before, which brings me to this...
My Top 5 Favorite People in the World:
1- Eddie Vedder
2- Marty Brodeur
3- Cory Lidle
4- Whoever invented Gatorade
5- That stripper from that one time at Daydreams
Honorable Mention - Myself
That should've been obvious.
Well that's about it. I gotta go for a long run to try to burn off some of the keg of beer I've consumed in this first week home. Still hoverin around 200. Unacceptable, as I want to get down to about 180. "But my bench is still at 250", right Diddy? Ha. You dunce. Then I gotta feed the beast, and do some fuckin yardwork. So much for just chillin out and relaxin. Later friends.
Special Note: 21 days til Weezy Weez's 21st. Mark it down on your calendars. And get your ass out that weekend to get her shitfaced...like really shitfaced.
current mood:  hungry
current music: The Roots - The Lesson Part III
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| Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
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12:47 pm - "I don't worry about nothin, no....."
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".....because worry's a waste of my fuckin time."
What's up, Magician faithful? I have the next 3 days off from work, so I plan on using this time wisely to get some things done here at home that I need to get done. I just finished a research paper for my online class that was due last Friday. I didn't feel like doing it, and I didn't have it finished for Friday night when it was due, so I e-mailed my professor as if I attached the paper to the e-mail, like we were supposed to. But I didn't attach it. Acting like I meant to attach it but forgot, I waited until he e-mailed me saying he didn't get the attachment and to send it immediately. That happened this morning, and I just sent it to him not too long ago. I'm like Macguyver or some shit. Nothin like bending the rules a little bit to buy a few extra days of slackage.
Later today I have to go to the bank to see if I can get a loan. I'm in desperate need of money. I need money for a car, for insurance, and to pay my parents back the boatloads of money I borrowed from them since January when I declared for Chapter 11 bankruptcy. We'll see how much I can weasel out of the good people over at Citizens Bank. Maybe they'll be extra generous since the Phillies have been on a tear as of late. We'll see.
After that, I'm going to get myself a new cell phone. Yes, you read that correctly. On top of that, I'm going to get a new plan as well; one that doesn't charge me 35 cents a minute to call someone down the street. Exaggeration, sure, but still, the plan I have now is absolutely ridiculous. Petey's had like 5 or 6 new phones since I got this one back when I was still in high school. Yeah. You all know my Zack Morris phone.
Then this evening I'm going back to Chickie's and Pete's, this time with a few buds, hopefully including KKKerrigan, Fez, Sly, and Diddy to have some beers and watch the Phils game, which starts at 10 because they're in Seattle. It should be a good time. They have a nice outside bar with a few big-screen TV's and a huge seating area. It's tough to beat watchin the Phils with booze and a few buds at a bar with a plethora of females. That place is better than Marion Court. But what can you expect? Lancaster is lame. Marion Court is great, but not as good as half of the places around here and in the city. Lancaster doesn't deserve that place.
So Monday night a bunch of us, including Petey, Fez, Boog, Bep, and the Nan man, went to the Hulmeville for $2 all you can eat wings. It was just supposed to be a lot of wings and a couple beers. It turned into 87 pitchers and being afraid of girls. Ha. I had to work at 6 yesterday, and only got a wink of sleep, but it was worth it. I felt it yesterday though, as I came home from work and passed out for a while, then showered and passed out for the rest of the night. I missed the last 6 innings of the Phils game, so if you're wondering why they lost, that's why.
Tom Petty is Friday night...I can't wait. I just hope it doesn't rain. Then Petey's graduation party is Saturday. That should be a little pregame or practice for the events that will occur on the 4th. This year's 4th should be better than any of the previous years. Petey's neighbor, 'Goldberg', got trophies made up for the sand volleyball tournament we're having in his yard that day. He's nuts. Our team is gonna have a tough time competing with those roid-head madmen.
Alright, it's time for me to go be productive in my time off from work. Hope you all are having an enjoyable summer thus far and continue to do so. Take care of yourselves.
Yours truly,
Your Magician
current mood:  productive
current music: Northstar - Between Horns and Halos
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| Monday, June 13th, 2005
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9:57 am - "The underground is where I dwell at..."
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"...It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at."
Good morning. This edition of my life comes from my underground lair. Here's what's been goin on in my life the past couple days...Not too much, but I gotta stay up to date.
Saturday night was a great time. Sly and I went to Chickie's and Pete's and met up with a few people to have some beers. That place is awesome, the one on the boulevard at least. I've never been to the one in the city off of 76. The outside bar at this place was huge, real nice. We got there in time to see Tyson get his ass knocked down and out. So, we hung there for a while, shot the shit, had some beers and decided to head out to the Hulmeville to finish our evening off. Little did we know what it had in store for us. Sly and I get there, and who's there at the bar; None other than Coach Wilmot, with Stang and Frenchy. For those of you that don't know these names, they were 3 of our coaches for football in high school. Well, Stang and Frenchy just kinda helped out, Wilmot was a real coach. Anyway, it was just unreal. So we decided to buy them shots, but only Wilmot took his. Sly took care of the others. Then Wilmot and Stanger bought me a shot of "Bartender! Jack!" Disgusting. What a way to cap off a great first evening home.
Yesterday was my first day back at work. It thoroughly kicked my fine ass. I'm so tired and so sore. I don't understand why, because my job is easy. Oh well. It was good to be back, but it was a long day. Money's money, especially when you have fun making it. I wish I was a professional athlete. They have it so easy to make that much money. And all a lot of them do is cry. Cough cough T.O. cough.
There's the past couple days of my life summed up into a couple paragraphs. Keep checkin in because it's only gonna get better. I gotta go for a long run and shower before I work at 11:30. I leave you with a few events that I'm looking forward to in the coming days and months. Later guys.
4 days til Tom Petty
20 days til the 4th of July extravaganza at Petey's
143 days til the Phils win the World Series
"When you don't look back, I guess the feelings start to fade away."
Here's to not looking back...
current mood: groggy
current music: Long Beach Dub All Stars - Fugazi
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| Saturday, June 11th, 2005
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5:15 pm - Home for the summer.....finally
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10 straight months of school - finally over. Fall semester, Winter session, Spring semester, and Summer session. What a bitch. It's worth it in the longrun though. After all of that I'm only graduating a semester late as opposed to a year late. So it could be worse.
It feels great to be home. Feels great to be back in my biddy lair, although it's a far cry from what once was the biddy lair just a couple summers ago. However, it's still my own little corner of the Earth that I can just chill out and relax, alone. It's always nice and cool down here too, as opposed to my bedroom which pushes 115 every day. Long story short; my bedroom is above the garage which makes it hot to begin with during the summer, and the builders fucked up with the insulation when they built the house some 14 years ago. Thus, my room is scorching in the summer, which brings me many sleepless nights - and frigid in the winter, which too, brings me many sleepless nights. Therefore, I spend most of my alone time down here, before work, after work, and when I just don't feel like being bothered. It's an underground getaway.
So I'm wasting no time getting back to work as I told you in my last little entry. I start working again tomorrow, as a 'lowly produce boy'. They're paying me $10.20 an hour this summer, $11.70 on Sundays and holidays. If that's lowly, then so be it. Besides, I have a ton of fun there. The people I work with are the shit, and it's the easiest job in the world. I would love to take a week off after all the school shit just to relax and be a waste, but I just can't afford to. I need money real bad. But don't we all? Except for Link.
The journal should be getting a little bit more interesting since I'm home for the summer now. Like Sly said, "I can't wait til this summer's antics make the journal." I really haven't figured out a good way to write in this thing except for play-by-play type entries. Maybe that'll change, and maybe I'll start putting more feelings and emotions in here, such as happy, sad, horny, and tired. We'll see. Either way, this summer's gonna be solid.
Tonight I think I'm heading down to Chickie's and Pete's for some boozin. Should be a solid time. I'm gonna meet up with Link's life partner and her friend as they're going there to celebrate their friend's birthday. Link won't be there though...weird. Sly might join me. We'll see how the evening pans out. If I don't head down there, then Sly and I'll probably end up at the Hulmeville or another of the Langhorne area's quality establishments. Big Fez might head up there tonight, so that'd be a good time. God, I love being home. I forgot to kiss the ground when I got home...I have to remember to do that later.
I know I said I was going to have Eagles talk and a T.O. rant, but I'm just not up for it right now. I'll get around to it when I get around to it. I also said it was going to be 'tomorrow', which would have been Wednesday, June 8th. False advertising, I'm sorry. I'll make up for it.
Alright, so that's what's new in my life. I have to finish unpacking and eventually eat and take a shower as I have yet to do either of those today. Let's go back to JB in Los Angeles at our FOX Sports studio.
current mood: relaxed
current music: Sparta - Cut Your Ribbon
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| Tuesday, June 7th, 2005
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11:23 pm - I don't want to take what you can give...
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...I would rather starve than eat your bread.
Greetings once again my friends. Not much to talk about tonight, just wanted to give yall something to do for 5 or so minutes.
I have to start off by saying that it's funny how much you do for people, and how they still turn their back on you and stick their nose up in the air up at you. Fuck that. Some people are just so needy, so selfish, so unappreciative of things you do, no matter the circumstances or the situation. Whatever, I guess. If that's how they were raised, or that's how they want to be, then fine. But that shit doesn't flush with me, so I cut ties with people like that, because there's no place for them in my life. I'm sure they'll be just fine, but I honestly don't care. I really don't. No roommates, it ain't about you. Chill. Now let me take a breath.
Ok, I'm good.
Only 4 days til I'm home. Thank God. But I think I'm gonna miss this new place a little bit. It's not half bad. Home's the shit though. My favorite quarterback IM'd me today expressing his thoughts about my arrival home, and I quote directly from his message: "four days?...four days?, you can't prepare a proper celebration in just four days...oh why didn't I start sooner?, we are never going to have enough red carpet for you...sorry man". Yeah, Mac knows how it is. Just 4 days. So get it ready.
Today I found out I not only definitely have a job when I go home, but I have 40 hours next week, thanks to the Jolly Green Giant, my manager, and Fantasy Football Guru. I don't blame him, I'm his ace. I'm the Brett Myers of his staff. No, better yet...the Cory Lidle of his staff. Yeah, that's more like it. Bottom line, I need the money real bad. I'm in debt, and I know I'm gonna spend a lot of money this summer on shit I really don't need like booze, and chicks, and Phils games, and more booze.....No, no...I need all of those, yeah...nevermind. All worth the money. I can't wait.
3 more days of classes = 2 big projects, 2 tests, and 2 A's. It feels good to know I only have 1 more semester left. Not sure if I'm ready to graduate though. Nope, I am. 1 more semester.
I'm gonna go head out on the porch and smoke a cigar. That shouldn't come as a shock to those of you that know me. You know I smoke cigars from time to time, especially during the summer. Seems summer enough to me, but still not hot enough. The sun's been great though, I love to photosynthesize.
Before I go I have to give a shout-out to Hawkins, because she wanted to feel special. Whatever it takes to keep the people reading this thing. Oh, and a shout-out to Weezy Weez too...cause she's my pal, and her facebook picture is awesome. I'm still 100% anti-facebook though.
Alright guys, I'm outta here. Goodnight.
Coming tomorrow...Eagles talk, and a T.O. rant.
Hang in there, Langhorne...I'll be home soon.
current mood: tired
current music: Guster - Happier
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| Sunday, June 5th, 2005
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3:13 pm - "Go on and tell me what you think before you fake it..."
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Dear World,
Just a few things to write about before I take a shower and eventually do the ass-load of homework that I have to do for tomorrow. I'm such a slacker. Today I was supposed to be doing the homework all day, but Link dragged me out to go grocery shopping, and then to the old apartment to bring some more random shit over. Now it's 3:00, and I haven't gotten anything done that I needed to today. I have no doubt that I will, but it'll just take a while. It's gonna be a long night. Besides, the Phils are on right now and they're very distracting considering the TV is less than 6 feet from my face.
Last night Me, Link, Dan, and their life partners went out to Marion Court and met up with a few of Link's wife's female friends. It was an excellent time. Great night to hang outside and drink some burrs and shoot the shit. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and I love that place. We even saw Mizzle there. I love Mizzle. She cracks me the fuck up.
Sly called me yesterday, telling me that he had an extra ticket for the Tom Petty/Black Crowes concert on the 17th. Of course I said yes. I can't wait, it's gonna be amazing. I've always wanted to see Tom Petty in concert, now's my chance. Awesome. Thanks Sly.
I guess I'll finish watching the end of the Phils game now, as it looks like they're gonna win their 6th straight. I'm such a waste sometimes...and I love every minute of it.
That's all for now. And as always, thank you for taking such precious time out of your day to read up on my life.
Home in just 6 days.
Nothin but Love,
Me
current mood: Calm like a bomb
current music: Days Away - Ideas
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| Saturday, June 4th, 2005
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8:28 pm - My journal is better than yours, and always will be...
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I have a few free minutes on my hands, so I decided to update the world on my current status and situation.
Dan, Link and I moved into our new place for good yesterday...yes, in the rain. It was a bitch, it was a bit stressful, and it was an experience, but we got it done. We still have a bunch of stupid shit to move over here from the old place, but as far as furniture and clothes and the such are concerned, that's all done. We started moving shit in on Wednesday and Thursday nights to get a jump on our official moving day, which was yesterday. Feels good to have 95% of the move over with, and it feels good to be sore as all hell.
My room turned out alright after all...not as cramped as I thought it would be; I have plenty of space to live, and I must say that I'm rather pleased with that. Our living room is a work in progress, but it's headed in the right direction. Link decided to get a gargantuan TV, and it looks great. But I'll tell you what, moving that big fucking thing in, wow. We also have a porch. There will be many cigars and beers enjoyed out there. However, most of our neighbors are in the 65+ age range, and I doubt they like young people. I know I won't when I'm that old, if I ever make it that far. I took an online quiz the other day about lifestyles and what age you're going to die; It said I was going to die when I'm 55. Gee, thanks. I have a long life to look foward to.
So last night, I didn't make friends with the neighbors by doing laundry at 11 and flooding our entire kitchen and having it leak down into the apartments below. Yeah, they weren't too happy. Fuck em, my sheets were dirty and I needed to wash em.
Remember a few entries back when I wrote about having an encounter with a certain member from my recent past? Yeah, fuck that. What a waste of time/energy/maybe even a little bit of hope that was. I should have known it was a bad idea. Actually, I did know, and I believe I expressed that in that same entry. Some people just don't belong in each others' lives. That stands true for that other person and I. Hopefully I won't have to deal with anything like that, or that person ever again, because it's just pointless, and drains me emotionally. We're just 2 totally different people going in 2 totally different directions. Holy shit, I just talked about my emotions. That's enough about that.
So the Phils are on a fuckin roll. As of a half hour ago, they've won 7 of their last 8, and 12 of their last 18. We're still in last place...but only 1.5 games outta first place. I hope they make the playoffs and ultimately win the World Series obviously, but I have a bet with Uncle KKKerrigan. He told me to give him an over/under on how many games the Phils would win this season, and he would pick either over or under, and if he was right, I would buy him a case of beer, but if I was right, he would buy me one. So, I said 81, which is obviously .500. As of right now they're a game over .500, so if the season ended today, I would lose. We'll see how this whole thing shakes down. I'd love to win, but it's only a case of beer, and my Phillies playoff thirst is a lot stronger than my thirst for beer right now.
Only one more week of summer classes left, and there's still so much shit that I have to get done. Tomorrow I'll be busting my balls all day to get a couple huge projects out of the way, and then it should pretty much be smooth sailing after that. I can't wait to get home. Have I said that before? Have I said it enough? Christ.
Alright, I'm gonna go relax for a bit and watch the 2nd game of the Phils twi-night doubleheader. Then it's off to Marion Court with Link and his life partner and some of her female friends. I need to get loaded, this week of classes and moving kicked my ass so bad. Take care of yourselves. Later friends.
Yours truly,
Your Magician
current mood: content
current music: Led Zeppelin - Fool In The Rain
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| Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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3:37 pm - Don't worry, I'm still alive
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I don't have much to say, let alone much time to say it. It feels like forever since I've written in this thing, but it's only been a couple of days. Here's what's new...
Classes are an absolute bitch. I have an ass-load (Dannyboy, 2005) of work to do, or maybe it just seems that way because I have zero motivation. Probably a combination of both. I definitely need 'summer' to be here now.
My whole independent study thing looks like it's gonna work out just fine. Talked to my advisor and the deparment chair (who's an absolute dickhead) about the whole thing today, and I have to submit my proposal next week. Considering I absolutely have to do this in order to graduate in December, I have very little doubt that this proposal will get accepted. If it doesn't? Well...they'll catch hell, they'll get dealt with.
Me, Link, and Dan went over to sign the lease to our new joint today and check it out. It's pretty cool. I told Link the kitchen and its appliances reminded me a lot of my grandmother's house, and she's been dead for almost 12 years. Other than that, the living room's huge, the porch is decent, the bathrooms aren't too small, Link's room is gargantuan, and Dan's room is a nice size. What about my room, you ask? Please, don't ask. Come check it out if you'd really like to know.
It's been a while since I've said something about the Sillies in here. It looks like they might be turning things around and making a run at something this year, who knows what. I think we'll be alright. It's gonna be real close and real tight at the end. Eh, they're the Phillies. They'll find a way to fuck it up.
Well that's all I have time for now. I think we're all heading back over to the new place tonight to move some of our gear in. Then after that, Phils, then a paper before I crash. I could really use some good sleep.
It might be a while before I update this again because there's 1 more week of classes left and like I said, I have an ass-load (Dannyboy, 2005) of shit to do including a million page report, and a million page research paper among other small papers and tedious assignments. Awesome.
"I will make my way through, one more day in hell." (Vedder, 1993)
Hope yall are havin a great summer so far. I'll be home soon enough. I hope.
-The Magician
References:
Rumberger, Daniel J. "Dan's book of words." 1st ed. Lancaster: Stauffers Publishers, 2005.
Vedder, Eddie. The Vs. Album. "Indifference." Studio, Seattle, WA. 19 Oct 1993. Audio Archive. 01 June 2005 <http://www.theskyiscrape.com>.
current mood:  stressed
current music: Sparta - Tensioning
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| Monday, May 30th, 2005
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12:33 pm - Days like frame by frame, where do they go?
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11 days. 11 days til I'm home for the summer. Seems like this whole summer session thing started yesterday. Kind of surprising how quick these past 2 weeks have gone. I'm not complaining though. I've been pretty busy with...well, absolutely nothing, so I don't know how these past 2 weeks flew by. Whatever.
I'm sort of depressed right now. Why? Well because it's that time of year where the Stanley Cup Finals would be starting or already in progress. Now of course, we all know it would be my New Jersey Devils from the East beating some team from the West, it doesn't really matter who, on the way to their 4th Cup in 11 years. Dynasty. Hopefully the players and owners can stop being selfish assholes and can get this whole lockout thing straightened out soon so we can pick up where we left off, and so Marty can break every goaltending record ever known to man.
Last night was a drunken disaster. In a good way though, so I don't know why I even used the word disaster in the first place. Anyway, Beandog was up for the night with his buddy Brent. Good kid. After I got done being a redneck and watching the end of the NASCAR race at 11, we headed out to the Villa Nova. No, Brian Westbrook wasn't there. That's Villanova. So we were there, and it's always an entertaining time when they have karaoke. That place has a lot of old folk to begin with, but last night, they all decided they could sing. And some of these people definitely came out of the woodwork. Needless to say, it was quite the comical time.
Afterwards, we headed back towards the homefront and went to Jack's. Bad idea. I was already pretty tooted up because I was pounding beers since 9 (when Family Guy was supposed to come on, but the race kept that from happening), and we had a couple pitchers at the Nova. But no, that didn't stop me. Of course not. I decided I was going to push myself to the brink of death. So we hung out there for a while and drank a couple more pitchers. Then it got to 1:45 I guess, and we all decided to buy each other a round of shots. Another bad idea. So I did those 3 shots, and as Uncle KKKerrigan would say "Bye", with the little wave included. We headed out of there around 2:15, and as you all are probably wondering, yes my night ended exactly as you would suspect it did. I felt great. And today I feel spectacular.
Enough about me. Let's talk a little bit about you. No, let's not. I have a lot of homework to do today. What else is new. I'm gonna go shower off this hangover and hate my life for the next 12 hours or so. Don't you do the same.
Enjoy your Memorial day, and remember those who sacrificed their lives so you could booze and barbecue on the last Monday in May.
I had to say something about it.
I'll catch you all later.
current mood:  sick
current music: Pearl Jam - In My Tree
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| Saturday, May 28th, 2005
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11:26 am - Everything has chains...Absolutely nothing's changed
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Good morning, good afternoon, good evening...whatever. As I sit here enjoying my cheerios, I once again reflect on the most recent events in my life.
Yesterday was a strange day, to say the least. Definitely strange. I did the usual going to class thing, then came back and did homework. That was normal, obviously. Then a little while after that is when it got strange. I had an encounter with a member of my recent past. Something I would have never expected, especially this soon. Don't get me wrong, I had a surprisingly great time for the time spent, and I thought it went really well, but it was just weird and different. And I'm not so sure I ever want to go through that again. Mainly because of the way things went afterwards. I just don't know what everything was about, why everything happened, why certain things were said. It was really weird. Some things were said that really shocked me. Things you don't just say for the hell of it, or maybe you do...who knows. I knew it was probably a bad idea to talk, but I gave it a whirl. Oh well, whatever. I won't let it bother me, as I've been doing. I'm over it. It's part of the way I've changed.
Last night was quacktastic. I watched the first half of the Phils game here with some delectable Molson Canadians, and then a bunch of us went out to Marion Court, a place I had not yet been to before. I hafta say, it's hands down the best bar in this lame area. Mainly because it's gargantuan, and it's outside. It reminded me a lot of the bars out at ASU and its surrounding areas. Although it's the best bar around here, it still doesn't compare to anything out there. However, I wouldn't mind going there time and time again. Needless to say, after the night was over, I was extremely intoxicated. I don't know how. I didn't think I drank that much, but I guess I must've lost count after 2 or 3. All in all, it was a solid evening.
Today brings about boat-loads of fun (should that shit be hyphenated? or is it 1 word? or is it 2 words?). Anyway, the Phils are on at 1:30. Hopefully they can steal another W from the Braves. Then I have a lot of homework to get done between now and Tuesday, so we'll see how much I want to get done today. Tonight? Not sure. Tonight's events have yet to be determined. I'm sure it'll work itself out.
Sly brought up a nice point the other evening while we were conversing. He said he can't wait til this summer's antics from home make it to the journal. Nor can I, Sly. Summer in Langhorne (where you can bring food and drinks into movie theaters) should make for a more interesting journal. 14 days til the commencement of those events. Still seems so far away.
Well, that's about all I've got for today. I gotta do laundry and maybe even take apart my room a little bit as we get ready to move outta here and into our new joint next Friday. Unlike Link and Dan, I'll miss this place. I don't have a 90 by 85 room to look forward to with my own bathroom and walk-in closet. Nope, my room'll be just about the same size as the one I'm in now. Whatever. It's only for a year, or maybe less. I'll deal.
Alright, that's it. Take care of yourselves.
current mood: indifferent
current music: Tom Petty - I Need To Know
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| Thursday, May 26th, 2005
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7:03 pm - Monkey on my back...
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I just wanted to say a few things, get a few things off my chest before I get in the shower and ready to have a booze-filled evening of booze. Yeah, that made sense.
Here's what I have to say. I find it very hard to hold some things in, but somehow I've done it. I almost always speak my mind, because that's the way I believe in doing things. There's so much I want to say, but I know it's just not a good idea. It's better to leave some things unsaid I guess, especially now. And sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all to get your point across. That's what I'm doing, not saying anything at all to get my point across, especially when it's mainly negative shit that I have to say. However there are plenty of things I could say aside from the negatives, that could help certain situations.
Also, I'd like to take this time to say that I know more than you think I know, about everything. In the past, and in the present. About what's been going on, and about what has happened in the past. I can only shake my head and laugh at these things. It's a shame how weak and clueless some people can be. And I say that having nothing to do about me. None of this has anything to do with me.
So really, I didn't say much, if anything at all. But at the same time, I said too much. Weird how that works out. I just wanted to make those 2 items clear, although after reading over them, they don't seem very clear. Whatever. There's plenty I could say, but it's just not a good idea. And I know a lot more than you think I know about what's going on, what's being said, etc.
I refuse to comment any further on this subject to anyone, so don't ask. Take it as it is.
On another note...Although I have received numerous tips from 'witnesses' saying they saw Link setting our fish free into the pond, the case is still under investigation. Do you know what tampering with evidence and witnesses for a case will get you?
Oh, and Link, don't go thinking you're totally in love with Latwonda in a month and thinking that she's perfect. That shit just doesn't happen like that, alright? I know you're both on the rebound and all, but damn, your heart is real easy to get into, huh? Even if you think you found your perfect Latwonda, you're wrong. Sorry pal, that's just the way it is.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must go cleanse myself.
© 2005 by Malen The Magician
current mood: thirsty
current music: Stone Temple Pilots - Still Remains
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| Wednesday, May 25th, 2005
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7:59 pm - Not a worry in the world...I'll see you all in hell
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A pleasant good evening to you all...
I was in the office today, and while I was in there I was reading "110%" by Mr. Pat Croce. It's a book with "110 strategies for feeling great every day." No, I'm not depressed, and I'm not having problems and don't need any help. I just like to read what this guy has to say. He's just so enthusiatic and a great motivator. We all know I need just a little extra motivation every day. But aside from that, I find what he has to say about a lot of things in life very interesting. Therefore, when in the office, I enrich my mind with his words. He also wrote my favorite book "I feel great...and you will too." I highly recommend both.
Anyway, to the point. #19 in his book has a nice little blurb in there that I really liked, so I decided to share it with the rest of my world here.
It goes..."If you die, there are two things to worry about -- either you go to heaven or to hell. If you go to heaven, there's nothing to worry about. If you go to hell, you'll be so busy partying with all your friends there will be nothing to worry about."
Like his book, that is 110% true. I'm sure many of you have heard me say after I do or say something that I probably shouldn't, "I already know I'm going to hell, I'm just trying to get a better spot, a front row seat." All I have to say is...Party at my place, 7th gate of hell, 3rd door on the right. See you all there.
I seem to always put a little something about the Philthies in here, so I'll just say this...I decided to save myself the aggravation of watching them tonight. They've disgusted me the past couple nights, and besides...I have much more important things to do tonight. Yeah, that's right.
And the Suns lost last night. Down 2-0 now, which means they have to win 4 of the last 5 games to take the series. Obviously. I really don't think that's gonna happen. I really wanted to see them play Ron Jeremy and the Heat in the finals. Oh well, there's still a chance even though they did lose home-court advantage.
Turns out my classes are a lot of work. A lot of stupid shit, but still a lot of work. However, I got a lot done today. I got ahead on my homework for the next couple days, and now it's time to have some fun and enjoy myself. I can't wait for this summer session shit to be over though and to get home for the summer. 15 more days.
Well, that's all for now. Don't forget about the party. 7th gate of hell, 3rd door on the right. I expect to see all of you there.
Take care of yourselves, and remember...don't be a fool, wrap your tool.
Love, The Magician
(This journal entry was made with bits of pure panther)
current mood: accomplished
current music: Led Zeppelin - What Is And What Should Never Be
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