**UPDATE**
Heh... i've got me 360$ in the bank... and i dunno why.
my lungs feel scorched these days. When i woke up this morning, i had no since of balance. But, i've got a greater appreciation of NINit's like modern classical music!
Mouse story.
J's got a problem with mice. That's not to say that he has a mouse problem, but rather it means that he is afraid of mice.
So when one showed up on the freight elevator, J nearly threw a bitch fit. It was a small, brown (the Lab Animal catalogue/poster said they were Light Agouti whatever) mouse, and it was scared shitless.
J was immediately certain the the mouse was, in fact, an escapee from one of the cages, an escaped lab experiment.
So he ran and told the first researcher/scientist that he came across that one of their mice had escaped and sought refuge in the elevator.
Most of the scientist that work at UIC are either Middle Eastern or Asian and speak mostly broken English.
The two researchers that Jerry ran across were Unmesh and some little dude. Unmesh is coolfluent in English and funny as hell.
The lil fella, he speaks the most broken of English and only a few phrases at that.
When J told them of out discovery, the confused look on their facesUnmesh's exact quote was Are you joking...?
Impossible...
I told em it was prolly a street mouse, an itty-bitty brown street mousenot a white one. Not a lab mouse.
A white one.
When we get to the elevator and they see the mouse, they giggle and tell us it's not one of theirs.
J demands that they catch it, seeing as they Play with mice all day anyway.
So Unmesh's little friend tries to stomp on it, but the mouse runs off the elevator and onto the Second Floormy floor.
And i keep my shit polished, so the lil bugger's sliding all over the place, drifting around corners and such.
And the researchers give chase.
Before the elevator doors shut, i hear Unmesh say, He's fast...!
They expose the brains, put in electrodes and wires, they implant tumors, diseases, disorders and addictions in these mice. All of our problems on their lives.
They cut off their heads with a diamond shaped guillotine and stuff their bodies in DecapiCones, their heads in scientific shot-glasses with plastic wrap toppings. That's how they Play with the mice, that's why stepping on it was the solution to the little fella's problem.
In my head, I named the mouse Jonathan and am hoping the bastard got away. I hope i hope i hope.
Oh, this weekend didnt suck hard. We didnt go to the club, instead we hung out in a diner and at some 24-hour Mart. Fun times.
i'm savin the rest for the weekend (there's two jokes in there, find em...)
i've been on vacation for three weeks, this is going to be the fourth. the students in my college are in (on) at?? strike, because they raised the cost of tuition and shit.
vandalization! bombs!
nothing at all. in fact, about three students stand at each gate. they stare at each other all day i suppose. they might be sending the police soon, to stop these criminals! and there will be blood. blood. BLOOOOOOOOOD.
tomorrow i will take a step towards my freedom.
i will feed meself gasoline.
finally i will get my drivers license.
not like i can get too far here.
i made a little movie for a class a while back i would like you to see. it has tons of artsy fartsy corn flakes but whathoey says.
there's no real way to kill her, save the brain, is there? god i love that brain...
--
Sometimes people disappear from your life just long enough to let you forget how much you love them. Or, really, hate them. You forget how much they changed you and how much you've changed since the last you saw them. Or spoke with them. Or whatever kids do these days.
Then they pop back into your life, say something only they can say, and you remember how much better you felt with them on your team.
And how much shit they contributed to your life.
And how much you hate them.
So, here i am, and even a bit twisted i remember how much shit i had to wade thru, how much of my life was wasted on this one person.
There is no difference right now. See, Mike, the only difference between giving up and not giving up is if you take her back when she wants to come back. But you can't do anything to make her want to come back. In fact, you can only do stuff to make her not want to come back.
(yay for imdb, for which, without it, i would be fucked on quotes)
i havent heard from this chick since the end of January. This is from a chick that i've know (KNOWN) for about 9 years.
I dunno where i'm going with this, i'm just not in the greatest of moods. I have a funny-ish story about a mouse that was loose that i might tell later...but... maybe.
Uck.
sometimes i think it'd be easier if i was a cartoon character...
Heh... i've got me 360$ in the bank... and i dunno why.
my lungs feel scorched these days. When i woke up this morning, i had no since of balance. But, i've got a greater appreciation of NINit's like modern classical music!
Mouse story.
J's got a problem with mice. That's not to say that he has a mouse problem, but rather it means that he is afraid of mice.
So when one showed up on the freight elevator, J nearly threw a bitch fit. It was a small, brown (the Lab Animal catalogue/poster said they were Light Agouti whatever) mouse, and it was scared shitless.
J was immediately certain the the mouse was, in fact, an escapee from one of the cages, an escaped lab experiment.
So he ran and told the first researcher/scientist that he came across that one of their mice had escaped and sought refuge in the elevator.
Most of the scientist that work at UIC are either Middle Eastern or Asian and speak mostly broken English.
The two researchers that Jerry ran across were Unmesh and some little dude. Unmesh is coolfluent in English and funny as hell.
The lil fella, he speaks the most broken of English and only a few phrases at that.
When J told them of out discovery, the confused look on their facesUnmesh's exact quote was Are you joking...?
Impossible...
I told em it was prolly a street mouse, an itty-bitty brown street mousenot a white one. Not a lab mouse.
A white one.
When we get to the elevator and they see the mouse, they giggle and tell us it's not one of theirs.
J demands that they catch it, seeing as they Play with mice all day anyway.
So Unmesh's little friend tries to stomp on it, but the mouse runs off the elevator and onto the Second Floormy floor.
And i keep my shit polished, so the lil bugger's sliding all over the place, drifting around corners and such.
And the researchers give chase.
Before the elevator doors shut, i hear Unmesh say, He's fast...!
They expose the brains, put in electrodes and wires, they implant tumors, diseases, disorders and addictions in these mice. All of our problems on their lives.
They cut off their heads with a diamond shaped guillotine and stuff their bodies in DecapiCones, their heads in scientific shot-glasses with plastic wrap toppings. That's how they Play with the mice, that's why stepping on it was the solution to the little fella's problem.
In my head, I named the mouse Jonathan and am hoping the bastard got away. I hope i hope i hope.
Oh, this weekend didnt suck hard. We didnt go to the club, instead we hung out in a diner and at some 24-hour Mart. Fun times.
i'm savin the rest for the weekend (there's two jokes in there, find em...)
i've been on vacation for three weeks, this is going to be the fourth. the students in my college are in (on) at?? strike, because they raised the cost of tuition and shit.
vandalization! bombs!
nothing at all. in fact, about three students stand at each gate. they stare at each other all day i suppose. they might be sending the police soon, to stop these criminals! and there will be blood. blood. BLOOOOOOOOOD.
tomorrow i will take a step towards my freedom.
i will feed meself gasoline.
finally i will get my drivers license.
not like i can get too far here.
i made a little movie for a class a while back i would like you to see. it has tons of artsy fartsy corn flakes but whathoey says.
there's no real way to kill her, save the brain, is there? god i love that brain...
--
Sometimes people disappear from your life just long enough to let you forget how much you love them. Or, really, hate them. You forget how much they changed you and how much you've changed since the last you saw them. Or spoke with them. Or whatever kids do these days.
Then they pop back into your life, say something only they can say, and you remember how much better you felt with them on your team.
And how much shit they contributed to your life.
And how much you hate them.
So, here i am, and even a bit twisted i remember how much shit i had to wade thru, how much of my life was wasted on this one person.
There is no difference right now. See, Mike, the only difference between giving up and not giving up is if you take her back when she wants to come back. But you can't do anything to make her want to come back. In fact, you can only do stuff to make her not want to come back.
(yay for imdb, for which, without it, i would be fucked on quotes)
i havent heard from this chick since the end of January. This is from a chick that i've know (KNOWN) for about 9 years.
I dunno where i'm going with this, i'm just not in the greatest of moods. I have a funny-ish story about a mouse that was loose that i might tell later...but... maybe.
Uck.
sometimes i think it'd be easier if i was a cartoon character...
anywho, if you don't want this chick taken up space around you, then let her know, and thers no need to be nice about it, she'll get over it.
I love swingers. but not as muctch as drug store cowboy, my other other favorite heather grham movie
the other being terrified.
ok i get your glibe about not liking movies from before 93 or whatever, but i would highly recomend drugstore cowboy. i first saw it when i was like...13, 14, and to this day, it is still one of only a select few movies from this time that not only "holds up", but makes me feel like a better person for having seen it. terrified is just a good hot sex movie with heather ghram where shes all like crazy n'shit.
i always pride myself on individuality, and so i just couldn't go for a guy that everybody wants,... hey, whatever it takes right?
so you can't kill her, that would... not be nice. and you certinaly can't have "relations" with a brain. my reason for calling up people out of the bule is usually only because things aren't going so well at home, or i'm having some sort of identity chrisis. all in all i eventually wish i had never called the poor chum and then i leave em high and dry.
and yes if i were that cartoon chick, my life would be sooooo much easier.
hope i didn't get to windy.