I miss my website :( I really want to bring everything back (guestbook, images, forum, right now, quotes, polls, emails) but I have so little time and so much to figure out. For the past year I’ve totally needed something as a diversion and a distraction. As hokey as it sounds, I really believe that my website was a blessing. I meant to tell that story on my one year anniversary but that’s exactly when my old site died … I seem to be on this track of losing a love once a near now. My life, whether being shared with someone else or shared in the form of words on the Internet, keeps disappearing :/ And now that my site is gone I don’t know what to do in the meantime. (although in the meantime I should be working on the new site). I guess my problem is that I’m expecting to cram a year’s worth of evolution into 2 weeks worth of work.

So for anyone that doesn’t know, I listen to music all day long while I program.I have a huge music collection, but for some reason all I ever end up listening tois Dave Matthews Live at Luther College, Live at Redrocks, or Live in Chicago. TodayI decided to branch out and listen to a random selection of all my songs. Thus ledto my rediscovery of Eazy E. I meant to do a post like this last semester, but nevergot around to it. So here it is …

Imagine the dirtiest song ever written. Now imagine your girlfriend knowing every single word and singing it to you at a party. I had to edit the lyrics cause someday this site will hopefully be a good reference.

She was a fun girl :)

Ever hear someone chew cracker jacks with their mouth open? I swear it’s the most annoying thing I’ve heard yet this year. She’s actually doing it right now as I type. Hold on … when I turn and look at her she chews with her mouth shut, but the moment I turn away, there so goes again. CHOMP chomp chomp chomp. Each successive popcorn is more irritating than the last. Please make it stop. I need some type of negative reinforcement. Maybe if I steal her cracker jacks toy she’ll learn not to be honkin pig. This is unbelievable! CHOMP chomp chomp chomp. I’m going to hear it in my nightmares. And the monotony of the chewing pattern is slowing enraging me to the point of lashing out. I wish I knew her computer name … “NET SEND PIGGY Cracker jacks can still be enjoyed whilst chewing with your mouth closed” Maybe I just need to calm down. 5 days of 202 will do that to ya.

Figure out this logic: Parents move out into the boondocks so that they can avoid traffic and congestion. Son has to drive over an hour to work through even more traffic and congestion than when he lived amongst the traffic and congestion. So, today’s top 5 traffic evils are:

5.The delightful PennDOT workers who sit on their ass and do nothing at a constructionzone all day.
4. The dick tease detour formerly known as “route 29″
3. The parking lot that is the “on-ramp to 76 East”
2. The bumper-car like experience that resembles “merging onto 422 West”
1. The massive constipation that is now “route 202″

I took me near forever to find this song. It’s by a philly band and possibly the best song I’ve heard so far this year.

I’m back … kinda :-/

The pages turn from five to six. While the three other people in the meeting read contently from top to bottom, his mind starts to wander. The room is filled with a comfortable silence that invites digression from the task at hand, if only for a moment. He’s looking at the words but reading none. The page becomes a canvas for thoughts that he just can’t keep from invading. A warm memory draws a wry grin across his face … It speaks “just five more, a few more, just a few more times” as it meanders around while the smile becomes uncontrollable. He wonders if anyone else notices, but decides that the reminiscence is too sweet to ignore. By this point he’s so absorbed that he forgets where he is. There is no conference table; there are no coworkers. A voice in his distance says “does anyone have any thoughts or ideas about this section?” Torn away from that parking lot and back into reality, he frantically searches for answers while cursing his blank mind. And all I could think of was “just a few more, just a few more times.”

I have to win thiscontest! I am destined to win this contest. It’s my dream prize. Most would assumesuperbowl tickets or a trip to the playboy mansion, but mine is Katie Holmes. Thewinner gets “a trip to the set of Dawson’s Creek and a meeting with Katie herself.”All she needs is 10 minutes for her to see how happy I could make her. She could singand I’d strum along. We’d be perfect :)

wow, it’s been so long since I’ve posted to my website. I’m expecting it to be back up within the next day or two. Looking back, I wonder what I ever did before my website. I’ve been feeling so detached … like something was missing from my life. Sad to say, that feeling was caused by a computer. But it’s more than just a computer, right? Anyway, in attempt to catch up …

I love
I’ve slowly realized that my social life now consists of following Split Decision around Philadelphia every weekend. At first I thought that it was mearly a coincidence that Split was playing at every club we ended up at, but after about the fourth time (in four weeks) seeing Ray in his Ramones tshirt I knew something was going on.

I love marsha because she hooked me up with RayRay and appreciates him as much as me. (but I stress that only one of us is in love w/ him)
I love RayRay because after talking to him for 5 minutes he came back later and remembered my name. Plus, if it hadn’t already been unhooked, he offered to let me play his electric guitar. He’s such a nice rockstar.
I love Lesley because even though she was feeling terrible she came back inside so that we could hear my favorite song, “Disturbed - Down With The Sickness” (Ooh ah ah ah ah!)
I love B because he’s so funny when he drinks. Speaking to about 5 cops friday night … “Is that dog an officer of the law?”
I love Brownies 23 East because they invented “Villanova Senior Night” and I always have a great time when I go there.

Saturday - Sigma Chi
I always feel uneasy going back to school. There’s just something about the memories it stirs up. It was such a good time (in many respects) and it kinda upsets me that although I’m back in the same town, everything is different. The campus, the guys, the girl, the atmosphere, the house … but mostly just the girl. I learned Saturday though that its nothing that a few shots of Hennessey won’t clear up. Drinking with my brother has to be the best thing about going back to visit. It was like the dirty kelso tag team. At one point I remember singing (with a striking resemblance to N’Sync) “Why don’t you be my pilot” over the phone. And it’s sister compilation, “Why don’t you be my co-pilot.” Sorry girls. Oh yeah, and I ran into Jenna Reitz at the party … and that’s all have to say about that.