bpk5555

bpk5555 @ 2004-08-04T09:35:00

2004-08-04T14:35:44Z

2 Weeks! Enough said.

bpk5555 @ 2004-08-02T10:40:00

2004-08-02T16:20:12Z

Alright, this is the first day of the last week of work. Then I have a little less than two weeks to hang out and catch up with my long lost friends before I head back up north. This weekend was relatively eventful. Friday night was Kyle's birthday party which was one of the most fun/strange parties I've been to in a while. A good two thirds of the people there I had never seen before, and about half of the rest were people I hadn't seen in a couple of years. The night was capped off perfectly when some thugged-out white dude started waving a gun around in the street outside of the house. Then thirty minutes later as we were leaving we saw him at the end of the street surrounded by 4 cop cars.

Saturday Kyle and I spent the day helping Emily move and Mr. Selig try to sell a piece of shit futon for almost $400 to a used furniture store. He MIGHT eventually get $125 for it. Saturday night my dad had a party for about 20 people. I enjoyed it because it's very rare that I'm one of the least intoxicated people at a party, and it's also really amusing watching belligerent old people. Outside of my dad and me, there were probably three other people who had any control of themselves. One guy, who had never been to our house before, lay down on the couch and take a nap for two hours before he could drive home.

The only relatively cool things that happened yesterday were the Sox actually winning a game, and I found a bunch of old pictures of my family that I had never seen before. A lot of them were some of the best pictures of these people that I have seen and my mom said she would have copies of them made for me today, so that was super. The only other thing that I found out is that the Jew in the Desert is getting back from "school," and Christopher is getting back from Colorado later this week. It seems really strange to me when my friends from home go on vacation to Colorado while I'm in Texas. I'm not sure why, but it just seems odd to me. All in all, I have quite a bit to look forward to if I can survive these last few days.

I am Master Shake from Aqua Teen Hunger Force!!

Which Aqua Teen Hunger Force character are you??

Brice's Day at the Dump

2004-07-22T20:32:49Z

My visit to the dump yesterday, or "landfill"(they get upset when you call it a dump), was all I had hoped it would be. The kicker was that we got to go to two of them instead of the one that I had expected. Probably the most painfully appropriate part of the visit was the fact that the first person I met when I walked through the door of the first "landfill" was named Bubba. I also found it extremely ironic and shameless that they both tried to pass themselves off as environmentally conscious. Every packet of information that they gave us was in a green binder or folder. No way that could have been a coincidence. I also found it extremely amusing that area elementary schools take their kids on field trips to the dump. "Look kids, there's a massive mountain of shit!" Oh, and the name of the "landfill" was Sunset Hills. I'm still not over that. It's as though they were going out of their way to be as sarcastic as they possibly could. Calling a dump Sunset Hills is like calling Fox News "Fair and balanced."

Today has been decent thus far. It's 3 o'clock and I haven't been bored yet. Usually, at this point of the day I've suicidal because of boredom for at least a couple of hours. My phone officially died yesterday, which means I have no computer and no telephone. If my T.V. would just break, I think I'd be able to to know what life was like in 1836. I thought I had more to talk about but apparently not. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm writing in this.

bpk5555 @ 2004-07-20T13:59:00

2004-07-20T19:34:25Z

I can not believe this, but I'm actually writing in this deal again. That is how boring my day has become. I seriously think that every word that has passed through my head the last four hours or so has contained four letters. The really strange thing is that I'm not even depressed or angry. I've just gotten extremely frustrated with the fact that I have nothing to do. At least tomorrow I get to visit the landfill.

I'm also perturbed by the fact that this journal thing doesn't allow you to indent when you begin a new paragraph. Correct grammar and punctuation is extremely important to me, and this programming flaw really gets in the way. In order to clearly show where one paragraph ends and another begins, I have to hit enter twice and leave a line blank and I really dislike that.

Oh, and my laptop seems to be breaking and doing the same thing it did the first semester last year which forced me to go with out a computer for a month and a half. Now I'm going to have to send it to HP and let them screw around with it for what will seem like a lifetime. I might as well just hurl it up against the wall right now.

The last piece of amusing/disturbing news is that the Munchkin seems to have found a second wind. This weekend I got three calls(two in one night), along with two lengthy inebriated messages and a third that consisted of a person at a party yelling into the phone for about 20 seconds. It just doesn't make sense to me because her phone calls and appearances always come out of nowhere leaving me completely confused. I've always been quite adept at running girls off, but I'll be damned if this one doesn't just keep coming back. She's like a virus that just can't be squashed. Incredible.

Well, at least this pointless dribble that I've been pouring down has taken about 15 minutes out of the remaining four hours left in the day. Every little bit counts, I suppose.

bpk5555 @ 2004-07-19T10:22:00

2004-07-19T15:22:44Z

Alright, I'm actually writing in this thing because I've finally been worn down by some fairly intense and persistent peer pressure. This weekend was busy but not all that great. Saturday I woke up at 8:30 to go to Burnet to visit my Grandma. The woman gets more and more insane with every passing week. Over this past week, she has become convinced that three more of her neighbors have been stealing useless shit from her warehouse. As far as I'm concerned, it would have been better if they were stealing this stuff just to take it off her hands. And why is it necessary to drive 14 miles to a mexican food restaurant in Marble Falls when there's a better one less than a mile from her front door? I swear the woman just enjoys wasting time. As soon as I got back from Burnet with my dad, I turned around to go to San Antonio with my mom to visit my aunt and uncle. This was actually really nice because they're my favorite people in my family, and it's rare that I get to hang out with them with out my fanatical other aunt and uncle.
It's getting increasingly more difficult for me to go to work everyday. Mondays just get worse and worse every week. This week could potentially be decent though because Wednesday I'm going on a tour of a landfill, which for some sick reason I'm looking forward to, and Friday I have to go with him for two speeches he's giving. I'm really looking forward to three weeks from now when I can have a normal life that consists of sleeping, drinking, friends, and golf. It really seems as though I've lost those lately. And as a final note, it is less than one month until I return to my other home state. That is going to be a long time coming.
Ok, I've written way too much but it wasn't quite as much like slow death as I had anticipated.