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Name: Gabe
Birthday: 8/16/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Alternative rock, Indie, some punk, Bands/Musicians: Radiohead, Incubus, System of a down, dream theater, cake, gorillaz, smashing pumpkins, dredg, MuteMath, AFI, Queen, Thom Yorke, Johnny Greenwood
Expertise: idk yet
Occupation: pizza smith
Industry: Food
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Member Since:
9/23/2005
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| I worked from 9am to 5pm yesterday and when I got home I figured that watching football and killing the rest of the beer in my fridge seemed like a good idea. Don't worry, there were only 6 left. So I'm watching me some NFLs, and I've drank about 3 beers and I become hungry.
I toy with the idea of going to Taco Bell, but it's like a 6-7 minute walk and it's 42 degrees outside, so I think on it some more.
A bit later a Taco Bell ad comes on and I'm sold. So I mosey on downstairs to change out of gym shorts into pants. That's when I notice that every pair of pants I own is completely covered in flour. So now I have a decision to make, trek to Taco Bell in gym shorts, or settle for rice, the only thing of sustenance left in the apt.
I venture outside in my shorts and see how it feels.... not bad, not bad at all. So I decide to go. It's an uneventful walk until I get to the pedmall:
I walk past the fountain and see two guys talking on a bench, I walk past them and a bit later I hear an indistinct mumble about "jackass wearing shorts." So I give them a look back to let them know I can hear them talking about me. One of them responds "what? you got a problem?" I look back, and this time raise an eyebrow but ultimately decide just to continue to Taco Bell.
I get into the mall and find out that Taco Bell closed at 8. Lamesauce. I walk a bit down and see that Chipotle is open until 10, score. So I gets me some delicious Chipotle and start heading back.
Had I not had three beers already I probably would have just avoided the situation entirely and walked around the pedmall, but i had had three beers so I walked straight through.
And because beer tends to take matter out of my brain and put it in my balls, I struck up a conversation with the guys on the bench. I was very polite and explained that my legs tend not to get very cold and that I could still wear shorts comfortably at anything above 40 degrees. They thought this was crazy and asked what kind of drugs I do, and I explained that I only drink beer, which they dismissed as ridiculous.
I politely bade them a good evening and continued on my way... fucking druggies, I'm not gonna buy your shit.
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| Let me just start this post off by confessing that I'm a little drunk...
Alright, so I was at work tonight and I started thinking about life, I can assure you, it was rather existential... well I came to realize that life is just one big ironic situation, all of the constituents of existence are absolutely perfect; not to mimic the theory of intelligent design or anything, but the chances of so many circumstances falling perfectly into place is mind boggling.
When you think about it, logically, nothing should exist, why should there even be matter? Granted that there is matter, why should it be organized? Granted that there is organized matter, why should it form such complex beings capable of such unique and esoteric thought? Put simply: life is a miracle.
So we've beat the odds, we exist, hurray! Am I right?
No. Everything in nature has aligned, has synchronized, just so to give way to beauty and life but to what end?
Everyone I know is miserable.
Life is confusing. Life is ironic. Life is misery.
Life is one big joke, I have no idea what the fuck is going on, I can't, for one second, begin to understand it's complexities... All I know is that it tends to shit on people rather indiscriminately.
It's sad really, all the ingredients are there... we exist! think about it, it could have not been so but it is! And for that I am thankful, I'm so happy I'm here, at least it's something, but for how perfect the contrivances of this universe are, they are utterly flawed...
Then again maybe it's just the the way of our insignificant world; our world is nothing against the indisputable elegance of our universe, maybe it's just faulty human nature and ruthless society that keep the majority of us from being truly happy.
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My questions just keep getting bigger an bigger.
For almost a year now there's just been a part of me screaming "Nothing matters!" and I'm beginning to think it's true.
No matter what I think, no matter my hallucinated epiphanies, nothing changes.
Whatever is, is, and maybe it's just not my place to challenge it.
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| Just wanted to show anyone who still uses Xanga that I'm still here...
Ok, one quick thing...
As I'm sure you all know, I love drinking alcohol. However, I was looking through pictures on Facebook and I decided that this summer is going to be different than the last.
I'm going to drink responsibly. =D
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| I'm at the University of Iowa main library and I just got out of the shitter... elegant start to an entry, no?
Well, the point of this issue is to address my dislike of the toilets here.
Upon walking into a library restroom you will observe what appears to be an ordinary men's restroom. Stalls, ceramic floors, tile walls, sinks, soap dispensers, automatic hand-dryers... light bulbs, the whole nine yards. Everything is nice and sanitary, so you go ahead and take a seat. Now, if you're like me you don't rush yourself with important duties like this. (heh, more like doodie!) ...
So you're just sitting there, maybe listening to your mp3 player, maybe reading the newspaper, when a couple other guys stroll in... this is where it gets weird. So, we're in a bathroom with three stalls, all of them occupied. Just another conventional shit till, less than a minute since the other guys sat down, you hear what you'd imagine was a premature flush... then another, and another.
The toilets are going off like crazy, pretty soon you've got nearly ten flushes for three guys, none of whom have left their stall... perplexing indeed.
Perhaps the students of the University of Iowa are all subjects of genetic experiments, able to internally segment their stools and release them in separate clusters... rabbit people if you will. Or an even more bizarre possibility: everyone I've ever poo'd with is really three midgets in a trench coat who poo regularly and together... O.o
Maybe it's just that the auto-toilets trigger too easily, but personally, I'd like the think there's a couple of midgets in all of us... =D
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| So I started college. I now go to the University of Iowa in case you weren't aware. Still crossing my fingers and waiting for federal aid to come through... This is the part of my life wherein I recieve affirmation for pretty much everything my parents have ever told me... Well, mainly just the part where they told me to save money. I came here with clothing, toiletrees, five dollars, a sandwhich of respectable girth, and a dream... well, maybe scratch that last one. Now, two days later, I still have pretty much all of those... minus one sandwhich. Although it did last three days which isn't bad if you ask me. But I digress. Yes, college is swell. It's fucking negative twenty outside, I have no money for books, I'm too shy to make friends, and I'm being forced to tolerate other cultures, fucking swell. (Ok, just kidding about the cultures there.) Well, it's been a while since I've wrapped up an entry, I might be a tad rusty... The End? Or maybe like: Thanks for reading! How about something foreboding, esoteric, and all-around meaningless delivered with an undeserved sense of self-importance? K, i'm gonna give it a shot: Beware the zeitgeistal wave, stand firm like a rock and let it break upon you! (teehee, such fun!) | | |
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