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sometimes I think I'm a texas boy
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| It's been a long time coming |
[01 Sep 2005|02:40pm] |
This is the last entry I will write at the USDA. Today is my last day of work here, so I'm now unemployed, but they did give me hot dogs and german chocolate cake.
I'll never think of cows the same.
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| This is our independence night. |
[03 Jul 2005|04:44pm] |
I'm on a front porch in Abilene, TX on my Ibook, watching arrested development because the house does not have AC.
It's not too bad.
An illusion Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money....or candy.
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[18 Jun 2005|10:42pm] |
Chingy,
I'd like to inform you that I myself am in a Holiday Inn. I don't know what the fascination with it could be; this is the first time I've ever stayed at a Holiday Inn and I'm not a kid so I'm not eating free and the only thing I enjoy is the free wireless. Still, we all have our interests, and who I am to question yours? Still on for later?
-Jonathan
I think my dislike of Lubbock seems to grow in odd ways, but I definitely do dislike Lubbock. However, this trip has not been a bust. My grandpa likes to give me random articles of clothing/accessories. I saw him last exactly a year ago, and at that time he gave me some sunglasses and two old, frequently used cowboy hats. I love it all, and I think I'm going to take the hats somewhere to get them cleaned and repaired as needed. I should get boots. I mean, come on, I'm a texas boy. I used to have boots, and really pine after my dad's bolo (I think it was turquoise, and I think that's pretty much all anyone could ever want in a bolo...unless you can somehow incorporate Yosemite Sam in a threatening pose somehow). If/WHEN I get boots, I think I've somewhat decided they should be gator or something...why not do the two birds, stones thing?
Continuing, so this trip my grandpa has already told my mom and aunt that he wants to give me MORE hats (hey, keep it coming) and, just now, he gave me two t-shirts. One is some sort of Christian-themed rodeo shirt that may or may not have happened. If it didn't happen, I'm just assuming that it's an unneeded marketing strategy by Family Christian Stores to go after the cowboy/hicky demographic. I mean, yeah I know there are more than likely a lot of stragglers, but I think they are still doing well by word of mouth in that group. PS, I do not know why, but for like more than a year I continued to get Family Christian store emails where they addressed me by name. I do not think I have ever signed up for some Family Christian store mailing list, so I was pretty confused, but I un-subscribed like three weeks ago and...I guess that's that.
The other shirt is probably the best: It's a red shirt that says "One Cool Grandpa." Grandpa Espinoza accompanied the t-shirt giving with a "red seems to be popular on this block." So my mom and I think there are Bloods or Blood wanna-bes. Still, I am going to wear both shirts. These t-shirts are just shirts to my grandpa; he really does not even think about them saying anything at all. I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
I have to write thank you graduation letters to aunts and uncles. I have to make sure to send them out before I see them when they come in a month or so. I'm still not sure if I'm going to send one to my great aunt and uncle who live in houston and sent me a card with 10 dollars in it. I guess it's still the right thing to do and I was grateful for the 10 dollars. That was a meal.
I need a Job. I need a new desktop computer. I almost don't like thinking about upgrading computers because it's all I think about until I do it, and then I probably have this 2-3 month period afterwards where I think about the things I could have gotten. I really nerd out about stuff like this, but it's going to be a sweet computer.
I wish I was moving in to my new apartment, I wished it was July, and I wish my grandpa would buy a new house in Idalou. That's the new project my mom is trying to convince her sisters and brother to get into - he goes there almost everyday anyway to visit my grandma's grave and his house now is pretty old.
If I were rich I would buy my grandpa a new house, a manservant/chauffeur/chef, and a nice cadillac (he likes cadillacs) to be driven around in. I would also probably buy a house here for us to stay in when we come visit. I hate going to hotels here in Lubbock and not having a kitchen to cook in or anything. I've eaten bad food all day and it makes me feel bad.
The next two weeks are to consist of final school things, watching tons of movies (I'm also now a Paramount Film Fan), job hunting, and then making preparations to rejoin society. Odds are, if you haven't come over to my apartment, gotten married, or live/work with me, I haven't seen or talked to you in 3 wks+.
Oh, did I mention that, while I'm sitting in a hotel online, my mom watching TV, my brother, sister, as well as the other family members are at a drag race thing in...I think Idalou? They are. I was going to go. I was so going to go. My uncle was supposed to race, but transmission problems made that not happen.
Summer, where have you been? I cannot believe it's going to be July soon. If I had school in August I think I would be completely bummed about this, but it's more "hey, do what ever you want after you finish this." Yeah, OK.
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| Quick check-in |
[15 Jun 2005|12:24pm] |
I hope I'm not the only one who'll think "bobsleds!" when they see this. Tell me I'm not.
I'm good and busy, but there is light at the end of the tunnel.
And I'm developing a big 'ol fat crush on Harriet Andersson.
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[24 May 2005|09:52am] |
I had a dream that Erik Estrada died and nobody dedicated a livejournal post to him.
I'd like to take this opportunity to dedicate this livejournal post to him, while he's still here.
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[20 May 2005|02:21am] |
I get stage fright most of the time, but at least I didn't smoke a cigarette.
I wonder how far it's in my foot.
and I hate the spurs, but that was pretty messed up that they cheered tim duncan getting hurt.
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[16 May 2005|06:22pm] |
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Damn. I think I made a 78 in my social movements class that I'm taking pass/fail. I only went once after spring break, didn't do any of the reading, and was pretty close to making a B. A B would have been nice...but maybe a little more could have gotten me an A. Man oh man. I'm going to read all of the stuff I didn't read while I was in the class, because I am really interested in it. Time was the issue. But, things are looking good.
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| I can't say this will be the only one. |
[16 May 2005|05:37pm] |
I'm trying to decide what to watch on TV, leaving it on 30 minute meals for now. I don't like that Rachael Ray. She says "smashed potatoes" instead of "mashed potatoes"
I'm still waiting on most of my grades but I do have my Senior Seminar grade: A BIG FAT A! I'm really glad about that, considering I didn't want to take the class (it asks the question "Was there an English Enlightenment?"), but had to because I waited too long to sign up for a seminar. I was pretty sure I would end up with a B. I made an A on my first paper and on my presentation, my second paper I made a B, and I was very shaky on my last paper...at least I thought I was. This class was so intimidating. I always say I really only feel comfortable with professors when I know they are brilliant. I don't know why, and maybe it's silly, but if I feel like the professor isn't exceptionally bright I mostly tune out. Well, Jeffrey Barnouw is brilliant, but it was more just really intimidating. He wrote this book and this book. Both seem pretty serious...and I would more than likely never read either of them. He also had the privilege of being a student of a big enemy of the pope formerly known as Ratzinger when he studied Theology in Germany in the 60s. All this, along with the fact that the englightenment is not a topic I would willingly study, at least as far as english enlightenments, made this a pretty tough class. My toughest class I've probably had. I came out on top.
I'm glad that I have an apartment come August, but now that I look at my bedroom here I realize I'm going to miss this one. I love the size, my bathroom is pretty big. It's nice living next to Jon, even if my only interaction with him is listening to him practice in my bathroom. Still, with him marrying and moving out come June, and the new apartment nicer and cheaper, it's time to move, I guess. We'll always have the springtime.
Rachael Ray really is pretty bottom heavy.
Who is coming to cheer for me on Saturday? I don't really want to do all of this walking stuff, but maybe I'll get some money out of it.
And I hope my middle name, Cyrus, isn't mangled into "Cypress." I don't know how that happened.
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[15 May 2005|02:09am] |
I kind of think I may have missed the best SNL in a long time tonight. The captions looked funny.
Hey Dad! I like beer!
I took my brother to a water gun party. I never heard of such a thing until today.
Cake wasn't bad, but it needed more frosting in the middle.
I think I saw a lady wearing a T-shirt with Ari Fleischer on it. Hmm
I like my Ibook, and I wish I had Iskin.
So hot.
Freaks and Geeks is the best, and I don't regret paying $124 for the limited, special edition box set. Whatever. Wonder Years?!?! Cosby show! Scrubs!!!
I really need to start working out, and I think I should have gone to showdown yesterday.
I think I'm sleeping on my couch tonight
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[14 May 2005|01:50am] |
I found out yesterday that my little sister is on myspace. Seeing as she used my laptop yesterday, I did a little e-spying and realized that my brother is also on myspace. Though this weirds me out a lot, I mostly find it funny.
And I'm seeing the type of people they are friends with and I kind of want to beat up pretty much every guy my sister is friends with. I just found out that the Pinkerton CD I burned was for one of her myspace guy friends. Damn.
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| Damn |
[08 May 2005|05:33pm] |
I don't know if this is a highly accurate playing of 6 degrees of seperation with kevin bacon....
But I figured out that I can sort of do it.
My screenwriting TA Natasha Rosow was a writer's assistant to Karey Kirkpatrick who is a writer from dreamworks (he also just wrote the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy script). He helped write The Rescuers Down Under. That movie had John Candy in it who was also in JFK which had KEVIN BACON!.
So that may not be 6...or it may. I don't know, stop bothering me. I have work to do.
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[22 Apr 2005|10:17am] |
That's me talking to the fireman. I'm saying "Hey, what's the deal? Don't you wish something would burn too?" He just yelled back "Fire Drill!" That's all he ever says.
He forgot the dog today. Maybe that's why I'm especially unhappy about this drill.
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[22 Apr 2005|10:01am] |
What is rosalind doing here? She's off every other friday, and this being an every other friday, she should not be here. She wears a lot of make up. I think one thing I can't stand is when women wear lots of wake up. That's almost as bad as women wearing a lot of old lady perfume. I don't think there are many attractive people at this office. Really the entire building. I think some of the old men, some of the security guards, could have been handsome when they were younger, but maybe not.
Full-frontal nudity in a movie in my British Novel class. OK. I wonder why she insisted on clicking on the NC-17 one. Yeah, we can handle it, but I heard a girl growl suggestively when the guy showed his stuff. That's kind of awkward.
Another fire drill today. I want there to actually be a fire someday. Where no one gets hurt. I just want all of these drills to mean something. I want to know what we're fighting for.
Oh, I should probably get my cap and gown and invitations.
This girl in my senior seminar is a straight up ball buster. I'm sure she also busts whatever girls can get busted, but I don't have to explain the ball buster as much. I wouldn't care so much, except she sits right behind me and every time she's unnecessarily spunky or defiant I feel really uncomfortable. I opened the door for her yesterday and I think she at first couldn't decide if she was going to knee me in the groin or say thank you. She said thank you, but I don't think she was too happy about it. She's getting married and I hope she's not like that to her fiance. But, maybe he likes it.
I want to have fun this weekend, and I think I'm going to buy an iSkin keyboard protector soon.
I'm listening to NPR online stream and they keep on talking about wall street. I don't listen to it for a really long time, and now this is what I have. You can't win them all, but I don't want to be a loser.
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| Again, I say |
[18 Apr 2005|08:17am] |
I just signed my leave slip and I'm amazed at how all that autograph practicing I did when I was younger seemed to be all for nothing. I never use the big J's I practiced, the "lasberry" in my name is all but indecipherable, but in a very un-superstar kind of way, and I pretty much never write #4, #42,or #30 under my name when I sign it.
I want to go to fiesta texas or at least a sort of six flags this summer, I think.
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| I can feel myself falling apart, piece by piece. |
[18 Apr 2005|08:03am] |
All-nighters. Is the script good? I don't know. I'm not finished yet. I'm drinking a coke because I think I need caffeine, but coffee would probably upset my stomach. I feel odd popping a coke can open at 7:45 in the morning though. It may be a first. And I have guys in bow ties nodding to me with gusto, good mornings said, stories about bowling on the weekend and that co-workers "bowl crappy when [they're] tired.
it all makes me think "I'm too old for this shit." then I realize that's from a movie, and what I really mean is that I'm too tired, but at least I'm still thinking in movies because I need to finish the script sometime today and I don't know if I will but I know this week jon has a recital where he will play giant steps, impressions, and something else that I'm excited to hear, and sometime I should talk to becca about our project, and I really shouldn't miss social movements anymore and I have a lot of reading to do and I still need to schedule a time to speak with dr. cox but I'm glad he replied to my email and I think it would be neat if he was my mentor or something. rosalind is here and I've never been so happy to see her because I'm leaving early because I'm so tired and have work to do and she holds my ticket to crazytown aka my apartment aka my office for the day. I say it "so what" OK. that's enough.
maybe I am wimpy...and that just makes me think of popeye and how they show popeye on cartoon network at like 4 in the morning and I wish they showed those kind of cartoons even more because I have this bittersweet thing going on with me where I like some adult swim stuff but I think I like those classic cartoons more and maybe that means I should just get the dvd box sets or something like I want to get for batman:the animated series and scrubs which comes out sometime in may and the cosby show first season which comes out sometime in august and really, all kidding aside, I really am done.
I love you rosalind.
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| OHHHHH YEAHHHHH!!!!!! |
[09 Apr 2005|10:36am] |
I type this on my brand new Ibook. After two days of fed ex home delivery guys screwing me over, my mom calls and forces them to keep it at the office (they say they don't have customer service or a place to pick up the packages...whatever).
So, basically, right now I feel like this:
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| PPPPSSSSS |
[04 Apr 2005|10:47am] |
once all sales are final, I still kind of want a mp3 player and I would like a good, slim, small digital camera. who knows, maybe once I have one I can make charles-esque pictures and post them EVERYWHERE. hey charles, take it easy dude. I don't want to get fired at work because they think I'm looking at beefcake.com!
I kind of have weird thoughts where I imagine mitch hedberg fans arguing with catholics (& others) and vice versa:
"yeah, but was he funny?!" "well, but was HE holy?!"
sad is sad. such is life.
I bet jp2 was like a g-rated richard pryor...when he turned it on.
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| Tensions, Charles Mingus, Tensions |
[04 Apr 2005|10:22am] |
We just had a fire drill. Maybe I wouldn't have a problem if they'd always been the same: single file lines, following leaders, "Jimmy! Settle down or I'll put your name on the board when we get back inside!" But they're not. We all kind of just go outside, stare at a building for signs of smoke or flames, realize it's a drill, and try to make small talk until we're given the A-OK. Actually, I say I wish they were always the same, but I think this could very well be yet another chance to make darwin proud. If you don't get out quickly enough, tough for you. For example: Just on this little trip outside one lady fell down and twisted her ankle. I don't know how. She was right in front of me eating some sort of egg mcmuffiny breakfast sandwich thing sure to add pounds she doesn't need, but still delicious looking enough to make me slightly jealous and think about my raisin bran this morning...and then she wasn't. Then she was across the street, writhing on the ground, drawing attention and crowds. I'm not juvenile enough to where I think it's still funny to see people trip or fall (unless of course it was caught on tape and Bob Saget's generic falsetto voice is dubbed over it saying something like "Oh ho, that smarts!"), and I even prefer to be anti-crowd, rage against anything I can rage against. be a rebel, through and through, and not even look at everything people are looking at, but I still just didn't understand. How could you not cross the street for a simple fire drill without ending up on the ground with a twisted ankle?
Same song, different verse: Two women refused to take the stairs back up to the office. Yeah, yeah, elevators, convenience. One said she couldn't because her heart. The other because of her back. Now, elevators can be good for some, i guess, but I don't think one flight of stairs would do as much damage as these two women think...at least it shouldn't.
And I'm really not crabby, sometimes I just don't understand.
If you must know, I just finished probably one of the best weeks of my life, and I have HIGH hopes for this upcoming week. Houston for a play in a week...maybe somewhere else the following week. "graduation" soon after...I think I need a cap and gown and invitations so my mom can brag.
My mom loves me. I have good times with friends. I need to sleep more, and I just want to have more fun!
I'm so excited about this summer. I want to be a writer so bad. Can't you feel the excitement!!! The macho man, randy savage -- my inspiration in all things.
I think it's a good thing I'm not a boxer. If I got hit in the nose and my eyes started watering I would a) quit because my eyes were watering b)try to make sure everyone knew I wasn't crying for real, that stuff just happens when you get in the nose, and c)probably run around the ring trying to not get hit again because my gut reaction to being hit in the nose would be to kick. I have a feeling most boxers wouldn't like being kicked.
EDIT at 10:41: I BET it was one of those mcgriddles! The one mcdonald's breakfast sandwich I've never tried. I mean, geez louise, the thing has syrup in the bread...bun...biscuit...!!!! Why must I be taunted?
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[23 Mar 2005|09:22am] |
Sam just told me that he talked to my dad yesterday, ending the conversation by either saying he was proud of me or my dad was proud of me. I couldn't hear exactly, but someone is proud of me, and I guess it's general because I can't think of anything specifically I could have done. Either way, it was nice to hear.
This is my first day to work since last wednesday. I've been off for a whole week! yeah, that's crazy. Also, last night at 8:30 I went out for the first time since saturday night when I went to HEB with mike. That's weird to think about, especially since I think the weather has been nice. I have to say I think because, like I said, I haven't been out.
I watched eternal sunshine of the spotless mind last night for my second time, my first being way back on opening weekend. Really great movie, but lately I think I've been watching movies trying to see how they work out the acts considering I'm kind of fucking up there. Anyway, kind of a hard movie to look at acts unless you already are solid on them and just want to see how someone can mess around with them. What do I know, though? Maybe it's a good movie, just I really don't know my acts too well. Anyway, I think I like elijah wood in that movie a lot. Still, my favorite performance by him by far has to be in The Adventures of Huck Finn. I don't know why, I just like him in that movie, and I remember the Wilks girls being really hot.
Anyway, it's party time here. Ron and Adela's birthday. Adela suggested I get food for matt, but we'll see about that. Also, I need to go out to my jeep to get a mp3 cd I made. We'll see.
bye
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