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Name: Erik
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 4/4/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Stuff
Expertise: Well, I'm good at eating sausage pizza. Does that count?
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  CheZiForever
Member Since:
10/22/2002
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| Hm...two good days in a row for me. Is this a sign of the
apocalypse? I have a feeling something wrong is going to happen
to me soon, to balance out the world. Like, I'm gonna be walking
around tomorrow, and then this big guy's gonna be like "I'M POINTLESSLY
ANGRY AND I'M GONNA PUNCH THE NEXT GUY I SEE IN THE FACE," and I'm
gonna be there, and it'll suck.
So yesterday, my good day started by me getting to Hofstra around 9:50,
and instead of having to park all the way near the back of the parking
lot, I found a nice space right near the student center.
It's the little things that count 
Anyway, I was walking to class, and I really didn't want to go to
Italian class. Then again, I never want to go to Italian
class. So I get to Breslin and go upstairs, and a girl from my
class who's sitting in the hall says, "Class is cancelled."
Score!! I spent an hour in the computer lab, then headed to Bits
and Bytes. None of the usual Farmingdale gang showed up for
lunch, unfortunately. I spent another long while in the computer
lab afterwards, then went to music class and had an easy time.
Then I went home, sat around for a while, then went to Chris's
house. After I got home, I ended up staying up late cause I
remembered that I needed to write a sonnet for my creative writing
class. I also had a math quiz to study for. I looked at the
math book for a moment, but really didn't think it would help, since I
really didn't know the stuff very well. I went to sleep around
4:00.
Today: I woke up at 10:30 and tried to review the math material a bit,
then looked for a sonnet to present in my class. I didn't make
much progress in either. I got to school and went to my math
class. He showed us the two problems for the quiz, and I
completed them, but I didn't think I did it right at all. I
handed it in, and when everyone else finished, the professor showed us
the answers to the two questions. The first question was the one
I was most worried about, as I thought I messed that one up totally,
but I watched him do it, and it ended up that I did the question
exactly the way he did and got the right answer. I watched him do
the second, and the same thing happened. Holy shit, I got a
fucking 100 on a precalc quiz! That alone made my day.
Creative writing class was alright. Sigma rehearsal was awesome
(Even though I ended up bowing out of the auditions for the solo for
Man In The Mirror. Of course, I only decided to audition for it
about 15 minutes before we auditioned, so it wasn't a huge loss).
Rehearsal today just seemed to be more fun for some reason, and I was
talking to people a lot more than I usually do. Now, I love all
my Sigma peeps, but I dunno, sometimes I just don't seem to be involved
in the conversations or anything. But today, I was talking more
to people, and it wrapped up with a nice long talk with Katy on the way
back to my car. So rehearsal rocked even more today.
Hmm, that's about it. If that big guy punches me in the face tomorrow, I'll let you guys know.
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| So we're coming up to Valentine's Day again. Yippee. And
I'm alone again. No surprise there. Rather than write a
whole new paragraph about how much I hate Valentine's Day, I'm simply
going to repost exactly what I said at this time last year. I'm
posting it now because I'm in the mood where I'd like to rant, and I'll
prolly forget to do it when it's actually Valentine's Day.
As a note, since I'm too lazy to edit it: When you see references to "last year," replace that with "two years ago."
Today: Woke up, spent the morning annoyed because I fucking hate
Valentine's Day. Last year, Valentine's Day was seemingly good.
Course, my vision of the holiday was a bit biased, since I was so happy
to be with Cat that it made the holiday good. However, being alone
this year, as I tend to be for most of my life, I can honestly say:
Fuck Valentine's Day. Fuck the idea of devoting a day to love. Fuck
having a holiday to cast out the people who are single, making them an
easy target for humiliation from all the fucking happy couples, running
around, being able to say that "This is our day to proclaim our love!"
Fuck all the tons of chocolate exchanged between couples. Fuck the
little teddy bears with useless love drivel stitched onto their
stomachs. Fuck those horrible sugar heart candies with the corny
messages that taste like crap. Fuck the stupid money grubbing assholes
who decided to quadruple the price of a fucking bouquet of roses just
because it happens to be this stupid holiday. Fuck the blindness that
love causes, which makes guys spend every cent they've earned on their
girlfriends. Fuck the choice few girls (I make sure to say choice few,
so as not to offend those girls who I know are not like this) who
decide to wring their men dry on this god damned holiday, because God
forbid a man not spend everything he earns on his girlfriend for this
farce of a holiday. Fuck every single jerkoff who decided to nominate
this day as the official day of love. Fuck Valentine's Day.
I believe that Alex nailed my exact feelings even better than I could
in his most recent Xanga entry, so you can also go there to see how I
feel.
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| Don't feel like writing a full entry. I'd just like to take a
moment to thank everyone who's supported me with this whole Best Yet
situation, everyone who's consoled me and tried to give me uplifting
words or offer me jobs elsewhere:
My family, Ryan, Ed, Alex, Chris, Bill, Ally, Marc, Cat, Billy, Mark,
James, Sal, Cassie, Jackie, Tracey, Amanda, the JPN crew, Natale,
Jessica, Cynthia, Heather, and John.
If I forgot you, it's not because I don't appreciate your help, it's
just cause my memory is really shitty. And if you didn't say
anything to me about it, I still think you rock, I'm not gonna hold a
grudge or anything ridiculous like that
I'm calling Camille tomorrow, though, to try and get my job back,
because it's really bullshit that I worked there for four years, and
yet one offense gets me fired. Complete bullshit.
I'll let ya know how it goes.
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| Amount of years I've worked at Best Yet Market: 4
My salary there: $9.29/hour
Amount of friends I've made there: Too many to count
Amount of Secret Shoppers it takes to get me fired for accepting a
college ID without a date for the purchase of alcohol (Something I
honestly don't remember happening because I always check dates):
Apparently, only 1
Someone fucking shoot me now. | | |
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