Archive for June, 2003

gonna write you a letter, gonna write you a book (or: i’m not bitter)

Sunday, June 29th, 2003

i got the greatest phone call ever on thursday.

i grew up watching jeopardy! with my mom, and sometimes her parents too, every evening. it was quite possibly my favorite tv show from ages 6-10. i continued to watch it after moving to missouri, but the 3:30 airtime meant that i had to rush home from school to catch the beginning of it. i was pretty decent at it, i guess, so i started submitting my name every time they had teen tournament auditions. but, by the luck of the draw, i never was chosen to audition for the show.

fast forward to thursday: my brother calls me on my cell phone (which he never does) and says “bob from jeopardy! just called here and said something about trying out for the college tournament.” so he gives me the number and i call bob, who tells me that yeah, if i can be in indianapolis on august 10, i have a tryout. i promised him i’d be there without even considering if i actually could make it.

now, i know that my chances of actually getting on the show are less than 1 in 100, but i am very excited. an at the very least, i assume they’ll give me some cool consolation prize just for showing up in indy. oh man am i excited.

  

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down (or: but i haven’t really gotten to talk)

Thursday, June 26th, 2003

hershey is still drugged up from his visit to the vet this morning; his eyes are rolled way back into their sockets. tweren’t for the snoring, i’d assume that he was dead.

  

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slow, slower than slow (or: ’cause i love you just as much as i hate your guts)

Friday, June 20th, 2003

exhibit a:

home is expensive. well, no, my car is expensive. almost a thousand smackeroos to buy the necessary new water pump and radiator. cds are also expensive. and when a very cute and interesting girl works at cd reunion, well, i’m going to buy a lot of cds. and i don’t have a steady job. but money’s not everything, right?

there are approximately three people i ever want to talk to around here, and usually i’m too lazy to pick up the phone anyway. i spend a lot of time at home entertaining myself, so i suffer when nothing good is on the telly.

exhibit b:

school sucks. i have no ambition, so there’s no point in finishing my majors. i hate journalism, i hate economics. i really hate the newspaper. my job seems like a bright spot by comparison, which is amazing, because i don’t enjoy being bored to death while standing up… and having to be nice to strangers is awful.

again, only about three people i ever feel like speaking to. only sometimes i want time off from them too. and those times are pretty awful.

exhibit c:

i want to go back/i don’t want to go back/i don’t care

  

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the wesley willis fiasco (or: god bless the a.a.a.)

Tuesday, June 17th, 2003

the day: friday, june 13
the plan: daytrip to chicago
the reason: rock ‘n’ roll mcdonald’s and art gallery
the mileage: 630 roundtrip from st. charles, mo
the lie: “i’m not driving, mom and dad”
the problem: my car broke down 200 miles from home

  

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is chicago, is not chicago (or: rock on)

Saturday, June 7th, 2003

nicktotiis: how far is chicago?
pearljam1110: mapquest says 5 hours
nicktotiis: also, who would drive?
pearljam1110: so maybe 4.5
pearljam1110: umm
pearljam1110: i dunno
nicktotiis: 1
nicktotiis: 2
nicktotiis: 3
nicktotiis: not me
pearljam1110: not me
pearljam1110: tony it is
nicktotiis: ok
pearljam1110: haha
pearljam1110: that was slightly unfair

  

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