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Feb 29, 04
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My Shitty Week
Well folks, I am having a really shitty week, and I feel like telling you all about it, and if you dont like it, I could really care less.
Ok, so lets start on sunday. I come home from a long day in Seattle, doing rehersal for a play. I need to write a paper for school the next day, a film review for International Relations: Apocalypse Now Redux. So I download the damn thing from my roommates comp. (7 freaking Gigs, man...) and then I cant get WinDVD to work... So its 11:00 PM Sunday, and i need to watch a 3.5 hour movie....fun city, man. K, watch movie. Sleep for 2 hours. Nightmares-a-plenty. Monday, Wake up, write 1500 word essay. Go to class, sit through class. Here comes the high point of my week... I come home, and my girlfriend breaks up with me. She tells me that she doesnt have feelings for me anymore, and that she just wants to be friends. Funny, I could have swoorn you were happy, and I know I was. Very happy. So i am fucking crushed, and go to the Boathouse for dinner. Lobsterfest, man. And then I go bowling. You know what I get from lobster and bowling? Huh? Food poisoning and a cripleing case of aurthritis in my right hand, thats what. Ok, now I sleep. Tuesday, I wake up at 8 AM. Funny, cause I needed to be at work at 8 AM... So I call my boss, tell him I cant work, go throw up, and then proceed to sleep pretty much until 8 AM the next day... Wednesday, and hey, I have a midterm at noon that I didnt study for cause I was passed out all day the day before. Just great. Oh, and two assignments I didnt finish due to that darn unconcousness. So I sit through the rest of my classes (ie, until 10 PM), and then sleep. Share a kinda awkward chat with my brand new ex for a few minutes before a class. Thursday, another day of work! Hard Labour too. I hate my fucking job. Moving lumber, cleaning the workshop, and varnishing a set of stairs. Hey, at least the day was sunny and the stairs are fuggin sexy looking. Friday, Fuck class, I just finish the last of my weed (and I need more now), go to the bank, and try to pass out as quicly as possible. Hang with friends, smoke and drink and I eat fire. The night is cold, and I feel very very alone on the way home on the bus. Saturday, wake up, and do sweet fuck all. Feel sorry for my self, and crave some companionship. Clean room a bit. My roommate is having a party mainly with people I dont really like. My brand new ex is currently outside my room, having fun, while I sit in here, feel like shit, and feel like ranting. Oh and my ex girlfriend from right before this new one just started text messaging me via phone, which is just fuggin crazy concidering what happened between us. Sigh. Life is fucked. In closing, here is a poem about how I will spend the rest of my night. ****************************** In my room, by myself. Ammareto sours, till I pass out. Listening to my music, vodka till I'm blind. Inebriation take me, Leve this shitty week behind. 
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Feb 29, 04
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This may sound Yoda-like, but ask yourself this question:
Does life happen to me, or do I happen to life? If you have any balls at all, YOU happen to life. Quit sitting in your room, go for a run, come back, hit the bong and relax. Take control of yourself and your environment. Take control of your emotions and stress level. You happen to life; YOU are the active agent; things are not happening to you cause you're happening to it..... fuck that sounds strange, but I swear by it. Peace
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Mar 01, 04
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Well, I have come to a revolution of self today.
Today, I have said: Fuck it. No more feeling sorry for myself. And to that end, I have decided to renew and change much about how I live my life. First: My dietary consumption. I eat...poorly. I shall do this no longer. Starting tommorow (monday), I have decided to make some serious changes to what I put into my body. -No more sugar -No more white bread (little of this is eaten as is, but...) -No more white pasta (see note above) -No more dariy -Cut out all meat except fish -No more drugs (this means no more booze, no more weed, and no more caffine) -Vast increse in vegitable consumption Secondly: Excercise -Calesthetics in my room (crunches and push ups, leg raises, etc.) -Jog with friends on fridays -Jog by myself on mondays -Evening walks when I can -Find money for a gym pass (workout monday, wednesday, friday before class) Thirdly: Personal outlook. I am way to depressive. Fuck that shit man, time to wake the fuck up. No more putting myself down. Ahhh, personal revolution!
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