I'm Back! Not that any of you care:Seems I have myself a new job. I have new friends, an imaginary wife, and a really really big knife. I almost thought of leaving you, but of all the three (3) people on here who still talk to me, I figured I'm almost tired of my imaginary wife on account she won't stop the nagging, paranoia, sleeping around and the drinking; my friends all have their life, so that leaves me with a new job and a big knife. I hate life or death decisions. Guess I'll ask some of you to give me the answer.
Although for not being on in 3 months, I'd say I do like the new look ot the site. Looks like it'll help time pass that much quicker. And now I bid you, Adeu.
Hey +6!Fuck. I know most people don't view my journals, so I'll keep it short. I'm not on rvb very much anymore, so if any of you want to drop me a line, im at firstname.lastname@example.org
That aside, Subway is shitty and tiring. Midweek is usually ok, because it's almost 90% locals that come in, so I don't really have to deal with stupid questions. But the weekends blow. Sunday I worked 10a-10p with a 10 min break. Then I walked from Subway to Old Downtown, about 1 mile. From there, I walked to the Shire Dr, and tried hitching for about 20 mins. It was dead quiet. I loaded my cd player with my Zao, and started trekking. In the 3.5 hours it took to walk the 10 miles home, four cars, three cops, all who fucked with me, and two semis passed. I finally got home around 3a, killed a pint of Jager and passed the fuck out.
My quote of the weekend: Tourist: How's your day been? Me: "Ever have those days where you're on the roof with a rifle and no ammo? I'm having one of those days."
I'll try and hit the forums when I have morfe energy.
Am I Fucking TiredI don't know man. I just got done helping a friend write a paper with reference to "Paradise Lost" using allusions in almost every sentence of the essay. My creative ducts are drained for the night, but yeah, I'd like a copy because it's a memento to the time we all spent and the recklessness we enjoyed in the last few years. So it's a true testament to my character as a decent writer. I am by no means good, fluent or well schooled, but I like to think I can get the picture across pretty vividly. He wanted most of the story to allude to drinking and sex, and all the "kosher" things NV has to offer; but he wanted it in a nonspecific way, i.e. We don't say "we're drinking Coors Light;" we say "we are seeking silver." We don't describe a scruffy drunk rambler in a bad way, but we call him a beligerant grizzly of a man, who was a master of communication. So we tried and after we took a "huka dance" the words started flowing, with the echos of GTA VC ricocheting in the background. We started out each writing a different paper, but they wouldn't flow, so we took turns first writing a sentence, and then passing it to the other guy, and he flew off that. Soon, paragraphs appeared, and the paper sat longer in each of our possesion's(?), and the flow was rolling. Not only did we toke big, we kicked out ten full pages of a allusions, whilst still telling the story exactly. So, now after work on Mon., (tues off, payday!); we have to edit, and revise this thing to five pages. If anyone cares, I'll post it, when it's done, but holla in the comments!
Quote of the waking: "I remember the first war, the way the sky burned, the faces of angels destroyed, i saw a third of heavens legion banished, and the creation of hell, i sttod with my brothers and watched lucifer fall, but now my brothers aren't my brothers...." spoken intro to "Ravage Ritual" by Zao, a hardcore Christian metal group. Quote of the morning: "I tried to get a motel room [in Truckee CA] last night, but they wanted $110 for the night, and I said, "That room better come with pussy"...." - John Something or Rather, a guy from OK that was raised here in Truckee, just got in Sat. night, and had no time to set camp. Quote of the mid-lunch rush: "You hear that it's officially tourist season? Yeah, I just got my tags, and I'm gonna go out and see how many I can legally get. (I was joking and such, and told him not to bring them back to the Subway.) Oh no, I wouldn't put you through that, I'm also a skilled tanner." - a local customer who was pissed about the tourist takling shit in the line. He was fucking funny. Quote of the lunch rush: "What comes on the Chicken Bacon Ranch? Uh, chicken, bacon, cheese and ranch dressing. What's on the Turkey, Ham and Roastbeef? Uh, (getting irritated), Turkey, Ham, Cheese, and Roastbeef. Maybe, you should complain to corporate headquarters and ask them to put up the menus in Hindu (?) as well as Spanish." - Me, whilst a Hindu woman who didn't speak great English, but fluent Hindu and Spanish, was just not getting the concept of the menu. Quote just before clocking out : "Is that your ride? You said you didn't have any hot ass around, but you lied you fucking pimp..." - My boss, a Hindu man, after checking out my MOM, who just happened to be my ride as well. I couldn't respond to that. Quote of the night: "Each new tale brought more imagination and used our reservoirs to create as good as he; he dared us to explore out of the box of tahoe. But as we dreaded the days ending sooner and our trip home, we recalled those crazy stories he told with vivid recollections of natasha, the monkey and the bondage bed, or the crazy ramblings of charlie hunting men through the grasses of Nam, he did his part of the journey. So as we sit around the fire now, we recall upon good ol' "Double A", and his timeless sayings, " Boys, keep the time flowing, and the silver rolling..." " - Me and Jared, upon an unsencored desc. of Double A, and Sand Mtn.
BackUhh, yeah, just got a job at subway, and I'm working my ass off. Hopefull, I'll get some time this weekend to touch base with everyone. OOH and my karma has droped to +10, so I'll be making a lot of posts in the next couple days.
Emily Dickinsonnow, I know most of you don't even bother to look at my journals, but read this one. That said, read the following because this poet has a way with words. Don't analyse it,read it and if you feel like it, post a comment with your opinion. _______________________________ This first one helped me today as I was debating on what path I think I should take, and in all actuality, I felt it described me.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers-- That perches in the soul-- And sings the tune without the words-- And never stops--at all--
And sweetest--in the Gale--is heard-- And sore must be the storm-- That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm--
I've heard it in the chillest land-- And on the strangest Sea-- Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb--of Me. (c.1861) ________________________________ This one helped clear my head last night, as thoughts aboot random shit cluttered. This swept it all away, and answered all the questions I was asking.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading--treading--till it seemed That Sense was breaking through--
And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum-- Kept beating--beating--till I thought My Mind was going numb--
And then I heard them lift a Box And creaked across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space--began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here--
And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down-- And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing--then--- (c. 1861)