I JUST GOTTA VENT 3/00

Thursday 3/30/00
So the Oscar's came and went, and it was no big deal for me...I actually went to sleep at 11PM, missing the last hour and a half. Of course I am thrilled with American Beauty's strong showing, and do remember that I said Kevin Spacey would win a long time ago! I wanted the little boy from Sixth Sense to win, but whatever.
I'm listening to a brand new CD I got from a band called Demons & Wizards. I never heard them before, but the band consists of members of two of my favorite bands, Iced Earth & Blind Guardian. So far it's pretty fucking awesome!
I also went kinda crazy and bought a CD called Holy Dio...A Tribute To Ronnie James Dio. I'm looking forward to checking it out because of the cool bands covering his songs.
Ooops, I also bought Dio's new CD, Magica. It seems like a concept albim based on a fairy tale or legend. Should be wicked baby! But Damn CDNow.com for it's easy accessibility!
So I hafta pack tonight and prepare for a day trip of sorts to Orlando, and Mega Con. It should be a good time.
I hope I get a lot of sleep tonight. Sleep is kinda cool, no?
So I guess that's it for now. I dunno what else I can say right about now, so BYE

Sunday 3/26/00
Huh? HAPPY HOUR. No really...
Hey, it's Oscar night!!!

Wednesday 3/22/00
So the shit's starting to smell at work again. Lots of closed door meetings, weird looks, and the like. I think they're looking to make some changes, and I for one aint happy about it.
Speaking of changes at work, in an office chock full of assholes, one of the few nice people is taking off. She's basically my neighbor there, and she's a whole lotta fun and will be missed. Actually, I kinda envy her because she's moving up to Ocala, and I dunno, but that's gotta be a whole helluva lot better than Miami, right?
I think I have to pet/house sit again for another coworker (another nice person though). I did it once before and it was pretty cool, except for I didn't know I had to turn on the AC in the room I stayed in overnight and the heat killed me. This time I'll crank it up. No harm, no foul.
So I've been trying to maintain my walking schedule. I know it aint much, but it's pretty much the only exercise I do, so I gotta do it. Problem is my route. My route only takes a half hour. But I like the route itself, and if I add to it, it won't be as nice of a route. Damn it, don't you see my conundrum? This is the hell that is my life!
I've seen a bizarre array of characters on my walks. There's "one armed Boxer dog walker", the "old couple of which the man always seems ready to hit me with a stick", and "old man with funky sunglasses, Cuban radio station blaring, and rainbow colored hat, that I'm pretty sure makes him a fashion victim and not a homosexual". There's others I see frequently, but those stick out right now.
Of course there are also a bunch of dogs that insist on barking because they are dogs and dogs bark damn it. The family of Dalmations on the corner used to bark at me, but one day I started whistling as I passed them, and they stopped. Now they only look at me with the same indifference usually reserved for humans...

Sunday 3/19/00
COME WITH ME TO THE RENAISSANCE FAIR

Thursday 3/16/00 "Destruction is a way of life. Destruction, chaos, havoc, strife" - Overkill
So I've been a way for a while, but I really don't have anything useful to write about.
I kinda wanted to talk about dreams. See, my mind is like a bad movie; It's kinda scattershot and hard to figure out. I tend to contardict my self a little too much. So half of the time I tend to believe something only when it's there in plain black and white.
Other times, I kinda believe the weird shit, you know? So when it comes to dreams, I never really know what to think. Do they really mean stuff, or are they just harmless expenditures of excess energy your mind produces when the rest of you is asleep? I just don't know. I mean, last night I had a weird dream in which my boss was on a really fucked up tirade throughout this house, which in the dream was supposed to be our office.
I actually tend to have nightmares more than dreams...but they aren't filled with monsters or murderers. They tend to be much more true to life. Sort of everyday scares, and damn it that pisses me off! Oh, and I never have sex dreams. Shit, you know, would it kill me to finally get it on with Angelina Jolie? Even if it only happened during R.E.M.?
I dunno. whatever.
Oh, I guess I really also have to mention that I for one will miss Dan Marino, and even though overall the Dolphins have sucked badly, he really is one of the best ever to play the game.
OK, bye.

Sunday 3/12/00 "She always brings me what I need. Without I beg and sweat and bleed. When we're alone at night waiting for the call, she feeds my skin" - Queensryche
OK, it's Sunday morning, and while I shouldn't speak too quick, it's been a great fucking weekend!
I finally put something new in my Music Section. Go read it. No really, come on. Shit, you never do what I ask...
Heh, I joke, I kid, I play around...

Thursday 3/9/00 I'm sorry, there's nobody here to answer your call right now, but please feel free to read UNCERTAINTY. Thank you and have a day

Tuesday 3/7/00 So I was at the mall yesterday with Her and Her daughter. Her daughter decided to play in this carpeted-circular-waterless-mini-jacuzzi-like thing that for whatever reason children use as a makeshift playground.
But there was this one boy. He had mousy blond hair and green eyes. He couldn't have been more than 3 or 4, but he looked at me with, I dunno, the wisdom of an old soul. I mean, he acted like a little boy would, but I don't know...I couldn't make eye contact with him. It's like he wanted me to squirm.
Weird.
Sad.
I guess I have a one track mind lately.
Um, what else? Work? Fuck it, I don't care. At least the AC's working again. It was out for a long time over the last couple of days, and man, I couldn't fucking breathe!
This show, "Family Guy" starts on Fox again tonight (it had previously been shelved for low ratings) This is a FUNNY show, so just watch it and like it damn it!
So I'm gonna go take a walk soon. I've been doing that lately; Walking. I like to call it a "gateway" exercise, much like Pot is a gateway drug. I figure I get really comfortable walking on a daily basis, I can move on to bigger and better things.
I can't see myself joining a gym right now...or really, anytime soon. It's just that the way I see it, only the "Beautiful People" go to gyms, and I pretty much HATE the Beautiful People. No really.
OK, I'm done. Sunday 3/5/00 Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, your Ten Commandments...
"You shall have no other gods but me"
"You shall not take the name of your Lord in vain"
"You shall remember and keep the Sabbath day holy"
"Honor your father and mother"
"You shall not kill"
"You shall not commit adultery"
"You shall not steal"
"You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor"
"You shall not covet your neighbor's goods. You shall not covet your neighbour's house. You shall not covet your neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his bull, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbour's."
So uh, I guess any way you slice it, I'm a burn FOREVER!
In other news I saw three movies yesterday. Well, one new one in the theater with Pal Joey, and two repeats on video.
The Cider House Rules is a good movie. I really wanted to see it before it started, but as I tend to do, I lost interest. Dork. Then lo and behold the fucking thing gets seven Oscar nominations...all of a sudden, i gotta see it!
So it turns out to be a severely depressing movie for those already considering a jump off a cliff though. However I highly recommend it for hideously happy people who need to be knocked down a peg or two. Charlize Theron is breathtaking, and Tobey Maguire continues to prove he could be Hollywood's Next Big Thing.
On video, with the Gypsy, who I didn't think I would be mentioning much around here anymore, I saw American Pie and Notting Hill. Two extremely different movies, with one thing in common...they are both AWESOME!
I laughed my ass off with American Pie, even though I've seen it three times(twice in theaters)! It is So funny! I think everyone who wants to laugh needs to see it!
Notting Hill is easily one of the most exceptional Romantic Comedies ever. It's both beautiful, and hilarious, and some how last night, slightly therapeutic too.
Other than that, the soap opera continues, as does the emotional rollercoaster known as a day in the life of little old me.

Friday 3/3/00 "How do I feel? What do I say? In the end, it all goes away" - System of a Down. I'm addicted to System of a Down.
Yeah, in the end it all goes away...except for the pain, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness. Whatever.
Actions taken can usually never be undone.
The cost is often much greater than anyone can imagine.
So much greater.

Thursday 3/2/00 So I fucked up today and told a coworker that I had a website. She started asking a million questions but I blew her off.
Obviously nobody from work can know about this, because I am constantly dissing my job and my coworkers, and because I discuss the Gypsy, and we're a secret at work. Well, were a secret is probably more accurate.
So anyway, I hate injustice. I hate that life is so unfair. I hate that good people suffer, while all the fucking assholes of the world prosper like fat pigs in piles of shit!
I mean, again with a religious reference, but if there is Someone up there, why does the world suck so much? I mean, what, is there also someone down south...and does he have more power?
Is that it? I don't know how else to explain it. I mean crime, violence, war, abuse, the Backstreet Boys...there's obviously some evil force at work on the Earth!
My life has just totally become a fucking soap opera! How did this all happen? How did something so seemingly simple escalate into such a fucking nightmare. Sometimes I just wanna walk away. But come on, this is me. I can't do that.

Wednesday 3/1/00 "Beware the Ides of March". That was either Iron Maiden, or Shakespeare. No, I think it was both! DAMN IT, if you listened to Iron maiden you'd get it too!
Hey, the fact that I'm making any kind of joke here, no matter how bad, is pretty fucking shocking.
I wish I could say the start of a new month is bringing with it new hope and aspirations, but no. March brings with it, so far anyway, nothing but bad things.
Very bad things.
You know, some day I'm not gonna be so fucking vague here...and you're suddenly gonna wish I was again...

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