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July 29, 2005

When it rains, it poursYesterday

When it rains, it pours

Yesterday on my way home from East Lansing my car suddenly lost all it's pickup. Today I learned that my transmission case is cracked probably because something broke inside and cracked it. It's hard to get a car fixed when you don't have a job so if anyone out there knows of a place that's looking to hire, please let me know. Otherwise, what's going this weekend because I'm broke, have no transportation and looking to party! Or least hang out and maybe get some wicked Halo action going on.

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July 26, 2005

Another boast missed This is

Another boast missed

This is an add for a clothing company I stumbled across on one of my daily websites. But the big deal is my circle of friends, more specifically Casey, made up that sign way back in high school to make fun of the whole West Side gang sign fad. Somewhere I have a picture of a bunch of us making the Mid West sign at a bonfire circa 1998. I guess we missed the boat on this one.

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If a cold is called

If a cold is called a cold, shouldn't the flu be a hot?

Today is the first day since last Tuesday that I don't feel sick. Somehow managing to get a cold in the middle of July I've spent the last week battling sore throats, sinus problems and every other symptom the Tylenol box promised to relieve. So what am I doing today to celebrate my newfound health? Mowing the lawn. Believe it or not, being able to trim the ditch without feeling like my sinus are going to explode felt pretty good. Just getting out and being a little physical feels good. Admittedly, I did go for a mile-or-so run yesterday but I was spewing out a farmer’s blow every hundred yards or so. All said and done, getting sick every once in a while doesn’t bother me too much. After all, I could be this guy.

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July 21, 2005

You’re conversationally anal retentiveI like

You’re conversationally anal retentive

I like my friends because I can say things around them that strangers might find offensive. For example:

Him: It was a time when alcoholism and wife beating ran rampant.

Me: Or as I like to call it, the golden age.

Admittedly, that’s not the most offensive thing I’ve ever said around my friends but lets not get into the gritty details of past conversations. Instead let us rejoice in our vernacular prowess and share out best one liners.

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July 14, 2005

Where Are You Going Where

Where Are You Going Where Have You Been

I’ve been insanely busy over the past couple of days with moving home, hitting up Common Ground for Blue Oyster Cult and Whitesnake, road trip to Cincinnati and some light computer work making my parents house wireless. But more important than that is the news that The Temple Club is having a brew and view next Tuesday that looks great: cheap drinks and free cover for a double feature that includes Pi and Requiem for a Dream. I know I've complained about The Temple Club in the past but both of these movies are so awesome that I'm willing to overlook the things I've said. But I don’t want to go alone. Anyone interested?

One last thing: Who has that picture of me proposing to that statue in East Lansing? I sure would like to get my hands on a copy of that for my own page.

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July 10, 2005

Musical InterludeThe only way I

Musical Interlude

The only way I can describe the band we saw Friday night was an eclectic mix of psychedelic experimental jazz with electronic and funk influences garnished with fresh kazoo and old fashion hand motions. At first I couldn't decide if I liked their peculiar musical styling, but now after a few days, I really want to see them again. Hopefully in Mac’s bar again, where everything, including the carpeted floors and pool cues, is sticky. It’s also the first bar I’ve ever been to that has a snack machine in it. If only I hadn’t been charged for my club soda, it would have been the perfect bar. The places I go to in Kalamazoo aren’t your average college bars so it was nice to find something akin to a counter college bar in East Lansing.

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July 04, 2005

How many planets do we

How many planets do we have again?

I blame my earth destroying ways on the fact that up until now I've been a poor college student. Now I'm a poor unemployed blob on the couch. If everyone lived like me, apparently we would need 2.6 earths. What about you?

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July 01, 2005

The Magic HourI haven't posted

The Magic Hour

I haven't posted in a while because not much has been going on. At least at the time, it feels like nothing I do is worth putting up here. Last weekend my mom and I drove to Harrison to buy some special Japanese chickens for my dad while he was out of town. Two hours up, two hours back, an hour for lunch at an old hotel and one more hour spent setting things up back home pretty much killed an entire afternoon. After all that, the male died leaving me with three boring hens.

A few days pass by and I've started packing for my impending move back home, sent out more resumes, begun a new short story and eaten a loaf's worth of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Now I'm staying with my Uncle Don for a few days. Aside from spending time with my uncle and having a sort of vacation, I've been working to clean his pool. If your idea of work is standing in a pool on a hot day running the vacume and adding a few gallons of bleach in evening, I've really been toiling over here.

Last night I was outside during that strange time between day and night sometimes called the magic hour. I have no idea why but it seems that after lots of rain the evening hours have a dull golden hue in the air. The air was warm, the sky was clear (and slightly golden to boot) and it was just plain nice. Especially after a run of disgustingly hot days. If dinner wasn't waiting for me, I could have stood outside admiring the weather until it slipped behind the curtain of night.

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