Greenville Tomorrow (Today)

Need to go to sleep. Work 12-4. At least I'll be on the floor, so I can wear whatever I want. Too bad all my clothes are dirty. Got to see the Teejmeister tonight--awesome times as usual. "Let's go to France." "...ok." ::proceeds to look for tickets:: Yes I am random as hell, but wouldn't it be fun? I wish I knew what the hell I was listening to. Teej gave me a mix of African/Hebrew music. I call it Teejtastic mix. But when I imported the CD it didn't give me any of the song info. Anywho, I need to go to sleep. Packing, cleaning, work, driving-- all in store for me tomorrow between the hours of 10am and 6pm. Yawn. You'd think that as much as I love sleep, I'd be more anxious to go to bed?

Goodnight, you Princes of Maine,
You Kings of New England.

I'm so glad Teej uses my YouTube

I'm tired, I have work at 11 in the morning, and my hands smell like Dale's coins. $22.19 to be exact.
What's on my mind at the moment:
Don't die.
I need an apartment for after June 30th. "Find us a place to live while I'm in Arizona". -"....ok."
Tired...
Zombie night tomorrow?
I need a real job.
"....Matt Damon!"
"Alone Again" by Gilbert O'Sullivan has some of the saddest true lyrics I've ever read/heard. Check it out.

It's after three, and suddenly I have no will to stay
And so I go, beyond the glow, to leave my fears at bay

Goodnight, you Princes of Maine,
You Kings of New England

So basically you've GOT to be fucking kidding me

I just spent 20 mins writing this long post, and there was even a picture in there(!) and then I accidentally "x'd" out of the tab, and lost everything. Here are some of the highlights:
I do NOT snore.
Craigslist is creepy.
Currently listening to: Atom Heart Mother, and it is beautiful.
I'm loving Linux, except for I can't figure out how to scrobble what I'm listening to onto my last.fm thingy.
I'm sleepy, but at least it isn't 5:30am. It's 3:47am.
I have work 4-9 "tomorrow".
Goodnight.

Goodnight, you Princes of Maine,
You Kings of New England.

Forget "Caring is Creepy"-- Craigslist is Creepy!

This is a picture of me during Spring Break in the most sketchtastic motel you've ever seen in your entire life. I'm pretending to sleep, which is what I would really like to be doing now. (3:40 am)

It's 3:20. I'm doing a little better with the sleep cycle thing, but not by much. I didn't get much sleep last night. We're not getting into that except to say that someone's a snorer.
I find it quite funny that right after I posted that last post, without anyone actually reading it, my glorious friend Hannah posted a personal ad on my behalf on Craigslist, with a survey. Here's the link-- it's pretty awesome, although I don't think I'm qualified to be my own geek-10\/3|2 haha. She called me up and said "So guess what I did? I created a personal ad for a geek friend of mine, and it already has over 20 replies! And guess who that friend was-- It was you!" Yes, all the replies were very flattering, but c'mon-- am I really going to meet someone off of Craigslist? I think the answer is clearly a resounding "no and a half"!
I'm having a lot of fun with my new Linux OS. I just wish I could get my Last.fm thing to work. It's not scrobbling what I'm listening to. Sad times. But adding stuff to my iPod takes less time now then when I used freaking iTunes!
I have to work from 4-9 tomorrow. I probably should get some sleep. Also, all I had to eat today was a couple of handfulls of popcorn and a coke. I'm kinda hungry now. But I think I'll just wait it out.
My eyes are giving me the finger. I love Pink Floyd. Currently listening to: Atom Heart Mother (song, not the album)

My Sleep Schedule's All Fucked To Hell

This was me graduation night, after a couple of Blue Moons. That really is a good beer. Now, it's after 5 am. Last "night" I went to bed after 6, when it was already light outside. I saw Indy 4 at midnight. SPOILER ALERT: It was pretty good, except for the fucking aliens. END OF SPOILER ALERT.
I'm changing around all of my facebook and myspace stuff. Seems like a good time since Ijust graduated and all. Make them a little more "to the point".
What job and I going to have, and where am I going to live after June 30th?
I miss friends. My BEST FRIEND, I haven't seen since...December? What did I do?
Eternally single since 1986. Cuenta de mi vida. No sé que hice en mi vida anterior, pero el karma es una puta. I'm a freak of nature, I realize this.
We all have a list, don't we? Of the ideal person. Well, I'm going to finally write it out. Why not? It's good to realize these things.

First of all, the immature, materialistic, and overall wow-omg-she's-snobby-and-way-too-picky things:

• Fluffy hair
• Preferably not blonde
• Not too muscle-y, but not anorexic looking either
• Has to play a musical instrument
• College graduate, or if younger than me, at least getting ready to graduate
• Speaks a second language
• Not such a square
• Good teeth
  

Now the sort of complicated self-contradictions and character traits that make this person not so much of a waste of space:

• Christian/spiritual person who can take a fucking joke--if you can't laugh at the Burger King staring at someone in his normal scary way and saying "Where's your God now?", then you need to lighten up.
  
• Sense of humour that will make me not feel like such a bad person
  
• Not yet of a realization of how cute they are hence not cocky
  
• Nerd extreme
• Person who will do anything in the world for you but isn't a push-over
• Not a whore
  

And now it is light outside, not yet 6am. Maybe I will head to bed now.

Goodnight, you Princes of Maine,
You Kings of New England.