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Oct. 10th, 2004 @ 11:40 pm
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For you fucks that don't know--I decided to start this thing new with college. SO, I am now at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/casey2cents/
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I'm Irish Bitches--So Pass The Parting Glass!
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Sep. 26th, 2004 @ 11:11 pm
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You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid
While representing the human race in a trial held
by aliens on another planet, you're asked to
express mankind's intelligence by giving an
example of irony. In response, you quote either
this quiz or Alanis Morissette, thus condemning
the planet Earth to a horrible, agonizingly
painful destruction.
What Ironic Death Scenario Are You?
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You are a Return of the Living Dead Zombie. You
were brought back from the grave by exposure to
245-Trioxin. You crave the heavenly taste of
spicy brains to stop the pain of being dead.
You are virtually indestructible, as even
burning you up will create Zombie Rain and
raise more zombies.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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I'm Irish Bitches--So Pass The Parting Glass!
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Sep. 26th, 2004 @ 11:11 pm
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You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid
While representing the human race in a trial held
by aliens on another planet, you're asked to
express mankind's intelligence by giving an
example of irony. In response, you quote either
this quiz or Alanis Morissette, thus condemning
the planet Earth to a horrible, agonizingly
painful destruction.
What Ironic Death Scenario Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are a Return of the Living Dead Zombie. You
were brought back from the grave by exposure to
245-Trioxin. You crave the heavenly taste of
spicy brains to stop the pain of being dead.
You are virtually indestructible, as even
burning you up will create Zombie Rain and
raise more zombies.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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I'm Irish Bitches--So Pass The Parting Glass!
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Sep. 26th, 2004 @ 10:48 pm
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You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid
While representing the human race in a trial held
by aliens on another planet, you're asked to
express mankind's intelligence by giving an
example of irony. In response, you quote either
this quiz or Alanis Morissette, thus condemning
the planet Earth to a horrible, agonizingly
painful destruction.
What Ironic Death Scenario Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are a Return of the Living Dead Zombie. You
were brought back from the grave by exposure to
245-Trioxin. You crave the heavenly taste of
spicy brains to stop the pain of being dead.
You are virtually indestructible, as even
burning you up will create Zombie Rain and
raise more zombies.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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I'm Irish Bitches--So Pass The Parting Glass!
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Sep. 26th, 2004 @ 10:48 pm
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You're Ireland!
Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this
makes you intriguing. You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as
worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. You're good
with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato.
You really don't like snakes.
Take the Country Quiz at
the Blue Pyramid
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Fine... I will fucking admit it! As much as I want to deny it, and as many stories as I want to make up in my head to get my brain off of her, I am fucking miserable without her. I never should have broken up with her in the first place, and I’ve done so much to push her away that I’ve finally succeeded. And I haven’t talked to her for about two months. I am tired of worrying about her, only to know that she is probably better off than me--which is fucking great. I am sick of having dreams about her, only to wake to the fact that she’s not in my life. And I am sick and tired of walking down the middle of the road, alone, telling someone to shut up, only to realize that I’m talking to my fucking thoughts. Someone recently told me that if I got anything out of this, it’s that I’m a better writer. If this is the price you have to pay in order to become a good writer... I DON’T WANT TO BECOME A FUCKING WRITER!
My only words of advice: Never let your happiness seep through you fingers.
Sep. 21st, 2004 @ 08:23 pm
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Sep. 18th, 2004 @ 12:06 am
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This has been an interesting, strange and unbelievable weekend. To begin, I finally talked to my good friend NickVelk again. For those of you who don’t know NickVelk, he is my best friend from the second grade on, who has recently moved to the west coast (L.A.) for school. From the sounds of it, the kid has finally let loose. He told me about all the exploits with the L.A.P.D and I said that he should start listening to the song “Cop Killer” more often. There was also some pretty shitty drama going on, like his friends room mate possibly dying from alcohol poisoning. The girl has only been in school for less than a week, and she was found in the middle of the street with her heart stalled. Some people need to learn the term “moderation” or “building up your tolerance”.
After talking to Nick and wishing him luck on the other coast, I hopped a train and headed for Chicago to meet some friends. I was expecting another boring ride on the train (trains are like morgues), but then Super-Jew B-Rad appeared. He and some friends (TJ and another kid that I never caught his name--sorry if you are reading this, you’re still cool) were heading downtown for the Chicago Jazz festival which was taking part over the weekend. So we talked about school, politics and the what-nots. Those high school kids always know how to have an intellectual conversation, something that is very rare amongst the no-talent hacks known as college students.
We pulled up to good ol’ LaSalle street station and I wished the boys good day. I then proceeded to head for the train station bathroom, where I suffered my worst stage fright of all time. The reason for this being that the urinal barely even reached my balls. I can’t fucking piss under those conditions!
Well, I made my way through the darkened tunnel of the train station leading to the outside landscape of sweet home Chicago. As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, Krystle appeared, and we quickly found Jessica parked on the side of the street (pretending that her car had stalled). I hoped in, and we set off, admiring all of the extremely attractive yuppie ladies who were in town for the Jazz festival. Of course, only admiring. Yuppie girls need too much. Working class girls don’t expect the world, just your love.
We made our way through the streets of Chicago, discussing senseless topics and catching up with each other’s lives. At one point Krystle pointed out that Chicago traffic was horrible. Me and Jessica agreed, but both of us recently coming back from trips in New York City, had to point out that the traffic in Chicago wasn’t bad in comparison.
“I was almost in three crashes in my first four minutes in NYC.” Told Jessica, as she nearly plowed into a cab. “That was almost ironic,” I pointed out.
Through the endless traffic of Chicago, we made our way to the Wicker Park area where we walked to the infamous Quimbys. We waited outside a while while Krystle and Jessica smoked their cigarettes, watching the damn hipsters walk by, making fun of Todd Dills. We walked in, dropped off some flyers, picked up for a flyer for the Vibrators show next week, and browsed the selection of independent publications. After reading through a few horror pulp magazines, we decided to hit the road and head for MoJoes cafe, where Jessica was supposed to do a reading.
It took us a while to find where Jessica had left her car, but we managed and sighted it after a few misguided turns. We crammed into her car and head for the infamous Mojoes cafe in the Roscoe Village. We were early again, so we sat outside as Jessica and Kryslte smoked and folded zines, as I zoned out and gazed at all the different people walking by. Then, for some reason, Krystle decided to start shooting rubber bands at the trees, and Jessica started complaining that she always feels like the Mom when she is with us. We all laughed.
Later on the great Billy Roberts arrived, and we all headed into the coffee shop for some... COFFEE. Of course, I spotted a Yoo-Hoo there, and who the fuck wants coffee when you can have fucking Yoo-Hoo! The next person too arrive was the author of Judas Goat Quarterly, Grant Schreiber. He was probably as old as my parents, but quite honestly, was one of the more humorous and intelligent person I have ever met. We discussed politics for a while until the reading began.
In all, everyone’s material was great. Jessica did a piece on working at Columbia College, Grant on why one should not be stoned at their job, and the organizer of the event did a piece on his worst job ever as a gas station clerk. “The guy pulled a knife on me, and without thinking I said, ‘Sir, we do not allow deadly weapons in this store, you’re going to have to leave.” It was interesting and I was quite glad that I had decided to come.
The zine reading ended, and once again we piled into Jessica’s car and drove back to their place in Pilsen. Apparently they live in the nice part of Pilsen, the family oriented section. We got some tacos at this dive next door, then returned to their apartment to get drunk on Whiskey and Bitters. So, for a while we walked around drunk, listening to the World/Inferno, Blue Meanies and New York Dolls. Krystle made sure to close the windows so I wouldn’t fall out.
We woke up, or didn’t sleep at all, I did some work and left the apartment at 11. Me and Krystle went next door and got some tacos, where she brought up the point that everyone in the neighborhood was treating her nicer since I was there. “It’s because I’m mexican,” I told her. “They think I’m a kid from the neighborhood, so they probably think that if I’m with you, you must be alright.”
We paid for our tacos, walked out and realized that they were throwing a fucking Mexican Independence Parade. So we hurried to the Bakers, bought some Mexican desserts, ate them with Jessica, and ran outside in time to catch the mariachis. The parade was beautiful, and everyone was quite proud to be Mexican. Everywhere you turned, you heard another person yell “Viva Mexico” as a float filled with kids wearing fake bullet belts and holding plastic guns drove by. It was very enlightening.
After the parade, Krystle and Jessica took me back to the train station and I caught a ride back home. No one was at my house, so I had to walk the four miles from the train station to my home. But three miles in, Nick Spanx and Aimee saw me walking and hitched me a ride. THANKS! I was absolutely dying!
I got home, showered, took a nap, then Mikey called. I drove out to Mikey’s, where we proceeded to head towards Blake’s for booze. We got there, smoked some Cigars with Blake and DMS, and I drank a bottle of Baileys. It turns out that Blake and his brother have a bet for twenty dollars saying that DMS will come out of the closet in five years. They wrote out a contract and everything! Well, DMS said that he will come out in six just for Blake, and then he proceeded to tell me that I should “Grow out a beard and get really fat.” I asked why, and he told me, “because you’ll look like Stanley Kurbick, and then I’ll fuck you.” That quote made my day. We threw the cigars in the sewer and broke the bottles in the street, and I drove Mikey home (he still has a fucking curfew).
We stayed at Mikey’s for a little while and watched Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Then, the night dwindled down into history... and alas here I am writing this.
So in all, it was a fucking great weekend!
Sep. 6th, 2004 @ 01:41 am
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Her: “Hey Casey!” [insert excitement] “I have something to tell you.” [insert doubt] “When I told you that I’d go on a date with you, I said it only because you are a really nice guy.” [This sounds vaguely familiar] “This is really hard for me to say.” [insert alcohol here] “But I just don’t think that it will ever work out.” [where the fuck is my alcohol] “We can always be friends.” [just hang up the fucking phone] Me: “Oh, that is fine.” [that i’m a fucking loser] “I understand.” [way to go pansy--you know you don’t believe that]
Her: “Thanks. I hope we can talk again some time soon.” [blah]
“Bye.” [finally]
For everyone reading this, I highly disagree with her comment of “It will never work out.” Here’s the honesty part: She is only the third girl I’ve asked on a date who I wasn’t going out with. Two of the five girls that I went out with the longest were the last two I asked on dates before hooking up with. Why? Because I only ask for dates with people who I feel a legitimate liking of and a feeling that it will work out. We were one in the same, are one in the same--whatever.
But I suppose that if she had doubts, and those doubts would affect the commitment to actually giving me a chance with her--then I’m better off lonely now than destroyed later.
Sep. 3rd, 2004 @ 02:47 pm
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this weekend was fun. i met krystle. we all had wine and listened to rock n roll.
she doesn't think that she was charming, but i did.
her new philosophy in life is: "If something is giving you problems, put a nail through it..."
i put a nail through a jesus picture this morning.
god bless you all!!!!---because i don't have god's blessings...
Jan. 19th, 2004 @ 08:58 pm
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i just got a gift in the mail from my aunt. it was a dvd... with the security case still on it. wonder how that happened........
my grandma also bought me a tv and dvd for christmas. i remember the first time i ever got a tv. it was from her, when i was still living with her... she found it sunday night (trash day). ah... how times have changed.
Dec. 31st, 2003 @ 12:27 pm
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this weekend was a fun weekend. as my girlfriend put it... we went to Bachelors Grove, watched a movie about the Clash, nearly died in an accident due to the snow, watched some really funny japanese tv, watched a kid slide on the street while holding onto a car, accidentaly stab each other, wrecked some flowers at jewel, and got stuck in the middle of a giant failed resistance fight. All in all, a good weekend. But i did forget to go to the comic store for their big sale. and the day i did go, ended up not being the day of the sale. oh well... still picked up the new issue of Supreme Power.... yay!
Dec. 14th, 2003 @ 04:19 pm
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I crashed into her mail box the other day--this seems to be our thing (me being a clutz, that is). She likes me for me... and that is more then good enough for me.
Oct. 26th, 2003 @ 11:09 am
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O.T.T.W.M.P.D.T.A.S.B.C.B.I.A.T.M.O.Y.A.N.M.A.I.C.S.I.A.L.L.T.G.F.T.
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On The Toilet With My Pants Down Taking A Shit But Can't Because I Ate Too Many Oranges Yesterday And Now My Ass Is Clogged So I Am Looking Like The Guy From Tekken
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guess you had to be there...
Oct. 13th, 2003 @ 11:31 pm
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At the moment, I am sitting in poetry class bored out of my FUCKING mind. Mark, this kid who sits in front of me, is discussing his plans of running for the pope of the Catholic church. He says that any Catholic can run for the position, even ones that have not been confirmed into priest hood. Personally, I think he is just bullshitting me. But, I wouldn't know. I'd have to research it.
By the way, if this entire "anyone who is catholic can become pope" deal is true, then Mark says that if he is voted as pope, he will serve beers and brats during communion instead of the traditional wafers and wine. VOTE FOR HIM!
I talked to Katie last night, and I've concluded that the reason priests fuck so many little boys is because God is a bad influence. God has always been one who prefers to "indulge" in emotions rather than to "deny." (to deny is what he expects of us) Whenever something goes wrong, god feels it necessary to throw a hissy-fit and destroy the entire human race. The bible calls this passion for mass punishment "smiting."
I don't know if Katie agrees with all of this, but I really hope that god is not like this. If he is, I might not want to go to heaven--I'd rather be thrown into fucking purgatory! At least then I can spend the rest of my eternity with Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley.
That is it for now... more later!
(P.S. I finally received my homecoming picture, and I must say, they are FUCKING WICKED! I will post some on here when I get them scanned.)
Oct. 8th, 2003 @ 10:15 am
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Well, it has been an interesting day.
It started out kind of slow. I've been working on some new zine/comic ideas, so I did a lot of research for that earlier during the day. I Was supposed to work on the comic "Religous Tantrum" with Kevin, but I called his house and the person that answered said thatI had the wrong number.
I then cleaned my room, finally getting the internet set up in here (on that right now). I then went to the annual "GOLDENMATT" tournament. Basically, GoldenMatt is another nerdy tradition we created during my cross country years. I really miss running Cross Country, mainly because those guys were so damn cool and fun to talk with.
Katie then called, so I went and visited her and Nat at Brendan's. That was fun for the most part, except that jack and nat weren't getting along too well tonight. Oh well, they are both still awesome.
Well, we went to Mojoes to see if Jahsh and Kevin were there, but neither were. That sucked, I was looking forward to seeing them. There were a lot of drunk little girls, and super lame yuppies, so we decided to leave. We ended up at Dennys, where I ended up seeing Brooke and then Kathy!!!!! Apparently Kathy has come in from Florida, and she says that she is going to our play practice on Monday. I am looking forward to that.
I talked to Katie more, and I guess Brendan felt like a fifth wheel. I feel bad about that now. I probably should stop feeling bad about everything, but anyways, I decided that Katie is a really great person. The only thing I am worried about with her, which is totally holding me back, is the distance thing. I really don't know how to deal with that. Hopefully I will figure something out.
But, on the way home I had my arm on the chair by Katie, and Brendan started pushing it towards her. As childish as the situation was, I still pulled my arm away. Brendan ripped on me, very lightly, for that.
After they left, brendan, Jack and I stood next to each other and all said "yup" like we were in King of the Hill. I then said that "when we turn 21, we'll have to do this with beers." Brendan's response was, "we'd do it now if we had beer."
I thought that was funny. Brendan went inside while me and Jack stood around and talked for another half an hour.
I really like the group of friends I have found.
That is my very unconcious--"falling asleep" summary of my day. Maybe tomorrow I will write something intelligent on this journal. Like, why I have found a group of friends worth my time...
Oct. 5th, 2003 @ 02:50 am
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There is one more thing I want to say on here today.
Recently, I got in a fight with my former girlfriend. She had come over, and I got depressed for one reason or another. When she was leaving, I turned my back to her, hoping she would come back and save me. But, of course this wasn't a fairy tale, and she drove away. Again.
I can't blame her, I was being an ass. But, what really bothered me this weekend was when I came across my journal from vacation. If any of you know anything about me, my vacation is when she broke up with me, and I had been writing her letters before she had broken up with me(never sent any though). Well, this spiral was under a pile of old magazines in my closet, so I pulled it out and began to read. It made me sad to see how much I loved her, and how everything had changed. It also made me sad that on my vacation is when I was just beginning to realize my mistakes of the past and the realization of my love for her.
I never got to send any of them out. If I did, would things have been different? I have so many regrets... Maybe I shouldn't have thrown out that zoloft.
Sep. 30th, 2003 @ 09:58 pm
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Once again it has been a while since I've written in
this journal. For you loyal readers out there that
were waiting for my "homecoming explanation," I am
sorry. I had begun to write it, even had a few pages
done, but it was just making me too damn depressed.
What I've concluded is that I am done with this high
school bull shit. It is just damn annoying. It goes
something like: girl dates asshole, asshole gets
drunk, girl gets angry--dumps asshole, asshole
apologizes and says nice words, girl takes asshole back
and repeat.
Yes, that's high school for you. And, for some reason
I have a feeling that college and the rest of life is
going to be that way. So, for now, fuck love! It's
way to superficial until you've found the right one.
Also, what's the deal with everything being so
complicated? Is anything really that complicated?
Even with death, everyone wants to say that everything
is complicated. But, in reality, the person either
lives or dies, and you either deal with it or you
don't. Nothing is really that complicated. WE ARE
JUST AFRAID OF THE ANSWER!
Now that I am done bitching... I think I would like to
do this for a living (bitching that is). I've started
this press company called "CB PRESS" and so far it is
going decent. It pays for it's self, but doesn't make
any money yet. I need to work on that, because I would
really like to do this for a living. To complain,
write it down and sell it seems like a fairly decent
way to live.
If I can make this work, I'd like to thank Mr. Wool, my
former government teacher. That man really gave me a
passion for politics and a will to always question the
answers and seek out the truth (even though we rarely
saw eye to eye on topics). Inspiration always comes in
the least expected places.
Which reminds me, I recently found out that I am not
completely crazy or paranoid! When discussing politics
with my fellow americans, I often mention things that
most Americans have not heard (because I usually don't
read from american news sources due to it's lack of
information and willingness to report actual news).
Well, I've been stating in many of my classes how the
videos of palestinians celebrating after sept. 11 could
have possibly been tape from 1991. Nearly everyone
said I was crazy and making it up, except for one
person. This person was a foreign exchange student
from Finland and told me that she not only heard it,
but had discussed it in many of her classes at home.
Shows how much we Americans know about what's REALLY
going on.
She went on to say I should become a politician.
Believe me when I say I've considered it as a career
possibility.
But some people are meant to make the laws, others are
meant to become muckrakers.
Sep. 30th, 2003 @ 07:02 pm
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Today a girl mentioned how she gets excited when she goes bra shopping. Many of the other girls agreed with her too, which made it extra awesome.
I found this interesting because I get excited when I go bra shopping too! Though, it might not be for the same reasons. ::drool::
If any girls feel like bra shopping, contact me!!!!!! I'm always feeling up to coming with.
Sep. 12th, 2003 @ 11:49 pm
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I don't think she understands how depressed I get when she talks about him. Sometimes I just feel like cracking my head against the wall so I don't do anything stupid. I hate this.
Sep. 12th, 2003 @ 11:47 pm
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