DJ-KiCKS

There I was, in Wax Trax searching through the CD's. I really had no specific reason why I was there. I just needed to be there. I knew that I needed to find something. I just didn't know what.

I decided to pick up Four Tet's DJ-KiCKS compilation. It turned out to be better than I expected. I can't seem to take it out of my car. I love it when an album becomes your theme music for a few weeks at a time.

I also have Theivery Corporation's DJ-KiCKS and love it too. It was playing in my car for months. I got a addicted to TC on a visit to my best friend in 2000 and have been hooked on those guys ever since.

Now I'm obsessed with the series. There's only about 26 or 27 albums. I'm sure more of them are just as fantastic as the two that I have...

What was it that I was saying? Lick my what?!

I received an email from my instructor about the "missing" paper. I don't know whether I should believe her story or not. Not that it matters since she gave me a 99% on the paper. It's still a little fishy to me. A friend in my class that worked for days (were talking 5 days on a 2-3 page paper) on this paper asked how I did and I told her what I got. She knows I spent about 3 hours on mine. Here is her response:

"Wow. She must have really felt bad for losing your paper to give you that sort of grade."

"Maybe."

"I know for a fact that my paper can hold up against anyone's paper in the class and I got a 92%. I know I did it right."

"Umm. Ok." Shift. Turn. Walk the other direction.

Was that rude or was that just me? She's frustrated because I spent 1/4 of the time that she did and almost got a perfect grade. I started typing at 10pm the night before it was due. I just reread the paper and guess what? My paper fucking rules the planet . Why? This was a technical paper not a "fill it with a ton of fluff to make it the right length". She admits that she is a fluff writer. I've worked with her on projects before and need to constantly trim the fat off of her sections. Anyway, I'm 30 somethingish and don't need this crap from anyone.

I go to class. Sit in the front and pay attention. That's all I do. Shit, I think I just described what Kath is like when she's in school.

Thank you to everyone that worked very hard on the "Give her an A coalition". The kind words, pickets, gestures and fuck you's really seemed to help.

I think I ate a kajillion pounds

I think I'm supposed to blog about the pizza taste-off but I am so full all I feel like doing is sleeping.

In a nutshell:

Anthony's (at 7th and Colorado Blvd.) vs. Famous Pizza (at Franklin and Colfax)

Anthony's

• Two slices and a medium Cherry Coke - 6 bucks even

Famous Pizza

• Two slices and a medium Pepsi - $4.50
  

The winner in a blind taste test:

Anthony's

Other factors: Anthony's has Cherry Coke on tap and Famous Pizza has Pepsi products. The Famous Pizza crust was a little thicker... in a good way. I liked the service at Anthony's. I thought the woman was flat out rude to Kath at Famous Pizza. Kath didn't really say much about it but rude people behind the counter need to well... bite me. I think she needs to deliver pizza because that way she only needs to grunt out the dollar amount, receive the money and hand off the pizza. Her 'holier than thou' attitude was not well received by me. Yes, she works at a cool pizza place (it's really not cool at all if you think about it) but it's still a pizza place. I'd expect that sort of attitude from a record store clerk not a pizza queen.

Wax on... wax off

Next time I'm going across the street and getting fish and chips at Streets of London. I love that place.

James, we still need to do our taste-off. Maybe when you get back?

I stick my tongue at you

I turned in a paper a few weeks ago that was annoying to write. I've patiently been waiting to get it back. Most people didn't do the right thing so she is giving everyone a second chance to make some changes and turn in a new one next week. They were all handed out today. Except mine. She lost it. She lost my fucking paper! I think I need to make some corrections but I have no clue seeing as I never got my paper back. She thinks she read it but doesn't quite remember. She knows I turned it in. She really can't tell me what sort of grade I got on it. She's really very sorry. Really she is.

Sorry isn't going to help me now is it?

Grrr...

I met up with some friends and went back to the smoking room and then I realized I knew the guy selling the bootlegs. I don't "know" him just of him through Hubs. I thumbed through the CDs but didn't find anything I had to have.

A friend explained a few things to me tonight and all I have to say about her perspective is this... As one door of confusion almost closes another one is swung wide open.

Where's my breakfast?!

Are there some people that when they look you straight in the eyes it seems like you are going too far in? Like maybe you could get lost? Then you both just take your time and drink up the moment as it freezes for both of you? Your stomach flips and you feel your body ache as it wants to draw near. The heat is strong at 20 feet away. You turn away and your face gets flush as the heat engulfs you.

Then you walk away in hopes that one of you stops and does something about it one of these days. One of these days has turned into months.

I have to be the biggest fucking chicken shit on the entire planet right behind him.

Fear and the need for self preservation drive my life right now. I've written about him plenty and have deleted most of the posts but the one I just linked to. I don't think I can do this much longer. It's getting harder to not pick up the phone and call him. Fuck. Fear. Rejection.

I don't know if I can handle the disappointment of another goodbye.

Give me a few days and I will be deleting this post. It's a bit too personal even for me to handle.

You can leave now and take your beer with you.

Holy crap. I love liquor. Seriously. I would marry it if I could.

The weekend has given a whole new meaning of "so put a quarter in your ass cause you played yourself" to me. I just can't seem to get that song out of my head... Drr...

It turned out dandy after all that fuss

Sunset at Camp Doug

I really needed this weekend. I needed to get away from myself. Mission accomplished (No, not that mission Kath - get your head out of the gutter, ya perv).

What was the dumbest thing I did this weekend and didn't tell anyone yet? I was a little out of my mind last night and decided to use the outhouse instead of squatting. I went in, took care of business and then decided I should turn on my flashlight to walk out. Umm... I didn't like what I saw. I squatted over the closed toilet seat. There was pee everywhere. I cleaned up my mess and then went back to my tent. I forgot the outhouse rule of keeping the toilet seat down when not in use. What a dumbass.

I had to pee this morning and decided to use the other outhouse but Grant caught me laughing at myself on my way there. I looked at him and said, "I did something last night that I really need to keep to myself for now." I was cracking myself up.

I have yet to tell Doug that I used his bumper for the times I didn't go to the outhouse. It's ok. I was just getting up this morning and had my door unzipped when he walked up and farted into my tent. Motherfucker.

Maybe I should still keep all of that to myself.

Kath, Jami, Heather and James... good times Friday night. Thank you. Here's the whopping four pics from that night.

Here's pics from Camp Doug. I didn't take too many pics this weekend and the ones I did take aren't all that great.

I almost forgot about kickball - it ruled the planet on Thursday night. We played sloshball (keg at 2nd base, run the bases backwards, must have beer in hand during the entire game, must fill beer at 2nd). Then we took these ridiculous pics with us all wearing a mullet wig at the Falling Rock. Good times and great vodka!

I love Henry.

Especially when he's typing up lovely emails. I know I just linked to a link but fuck it.

I'm a believer

in air conditioning. The guy was supposed to show up at my condo yesterday at 4 and didn't get there until 6:30 or so. 85 bucks later and my condo is now a constant 75 degrees! Woot! I slept like a baby. The unit is from 1979 and miraculously still works. I just need it to hold on until the end of summer at least. If it doesn't work next year then I'll deal with it then.

I'm thinking of changing my job stuff around so I can pick my own schedule. That means I wouldn't have health insurance but I could buy it from school for 700 bucks for 4 or 5 months at a time. I would also be making more money. Working on weekends is bullshit and I'm tired of it.

10:25 pm
I wrote this entry at work today and still agree with myself that working weekends is bullshit. I don't think that opinion will ever change. I need to find a nursing job where I wouldn't need to work on the weekends... hmm...

Went shopping after work and picked up a cozy sleeping bag. I convinced Doug (my homebase) that he needs to go camping with me on Saturday night. We'll be leaving in the afternoon on Saturday. That means I will be going with Kath on Friday night to see LSE and his band. I will be the drunk and she will be the driver. Woot! It's about fucking time!

Oh, and happy Flag Day.

Touch and Go...

Touch and Go is having a 25th anniversary party in September. I wish I wasn't in school or else I would go. I'm sure Shellac will play again in another year or so... bummer.

This is me, dumping the shit that sticks in my head...

Do you ever think that you might be losing your mind? Then you realize that someone close to you is in worse shape than you? Should I feel bad that I feel this way?

I know she is pushing me away purposefully. I don't have enough time for her because of school so she assumes that I'm blowing her off. In reality, I don't have time for anyone. I know she is waiting for me to call and apologize but I really didn't do anything. I just didn't answer my phone last Sunday because I didn't hear it ringing. My music or the TV was too loud to hear it. She ended up leaving me a nasty voicemail that I didn't listen to until Tuesday. I returned her call right after I listened to it. I just don't know how much I should buy into this childish behavior. I have plenty of friends that don't require time out of me. Time that I just don't have for myself lately.

The thing that gets me is that she knows how rough this month is/has been on me. The anniversary has got me all tied up in knots. I'm incredibly afraid of that day and Father's Day too. I'm angry at God for doing this. I'm angry because that kind of shit only happens on season finale cliff hangers. They aren't supposed to happen in real life. I guess I just don't hear about this stuff enough to know how to deal with it and to know if my way of coping is ok. After a year, am I where I should be in the healing process? I still feel like it was yesterday.

I needed to write this post to get some of this shit out of my head. I am fine, just tired from the mind fuck. Tired of people wanting time out of me that I don't have and then assuming that I'm being selfish. I am being selfish but it's about fucking time I be selfish. I'm not her fucking nurse or shrink. I guess she's expecting too much out of me and I don't have it to give. I'm tired of feeling guilty about not being able to help her. When I wasn't in school full time then it was ok - I had the time. She hasn't adjusted to my busy schedule. Therefore, not my problem and I just need to get over it.

I'm excited to get this month over and done with ASAP.

I called the AC guy yesterday and missed his call back because I was taking a patient down to the ICU that wasn't doing so hot. After that, I offered 5 bucks to the person that found me when he called back after I called him back. I didn't give 5 bucks to anyone. I didn't get in touch with him until today.

He'll be here on Tuesday. Temps are only supposed to be in the 80s the next few days anyway. I can handle the 80s. He could have been here Saturday but I will be in clinical all day Saturday and Sunday.

I found out today that I need to repair a screen in one of my windows soon. The tree that sits up against it has put a hole in the screen. It's the most pathetic looking window. One of the bars is held in place with duct tape and now it has a hole. Gee, how was I going to spend that student loan money that I'll be getting soon? I did cut the branches off the tree that were sraping my screen. I didn't even need to walk outside. That was kind of handy!

Mix Master Mike will be here next Friday night. It's an invite only thing but I'm thinking of going if I don't go camping.

I'm done putting off taking this mental health exam. I need to get this over with so I can study for tomorrow's test.

With this heat, I think I am in hell. Fuck.

Help, Please?!

Does anyone have the Sunday Denver Post from May 14th? I'm trying to get a copy or two of it. Thanks!

On my way to Doug's

Originally uploaded by shmeder.

I was stuck in traffic last month when I saw this on Hampden approaching Colorado Blvd. I drive this route often and have never noticed this PTV cross before. I snapped the shot in between passing cars.

Do I really own this crap song?

I'm up late again writing a paper and then... BAM! My mp3 player starts playing some serious crap music to the point that I can't concentrate. I fucking hate that. It's in another room and I can't be bothered to hit fast forward so I'd rather sit here on my ass and bitch about it.

Grrr...

Speaking of music players... this is a pic of Grandpa's Wurlitzer. When it was still stored at his house he never played the music for free. He would make everyone go get nickels out of their wallets. I was the only one that knew how to make it play for free...

We'll have a real swell time...

Howard, I took the survey.