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Name: Dylan
Birthday: 4/1/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: wondering where i am, wandering around in a haze and adaze of confusion...racing ponies on the beach, green.
Expertise: eating snails, cousins of the slugs
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  Dampunkangel
Member Since:
11/13/2003
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| when it rains it snowswell. i'm sleepless for tonight. well, not quite. i crashed at 1130, and then when my roomate came home from the bar at 3, i woke up and was unable to fall back asleep again. so, for me it was time to finish the homework and think about the last day.
a week ago, for those that dont know, a girl iw as seeing broke up with me, and the last week has been a little hard. last night her friends, myself included threw her a small party because shes been feeling down (one of the reasons for my dismissal from the position of lover, among a few) now, i proceeded to get drunk, had a greaet time, and at the end of the night, asked if i could come and study with her, she said no, going to sleep , at which point i drunkenly said i missed her, gave her a hug, and proceeded to go pass out in one of her best friends beds (they werent in it) and then pass out in another persons bed.
then i went home. the party had ended at 930, i spent two hours laying in place drunkenly and feeling bad about myself.
so, wondering how to get out of this weird funk im in, and how to get myself out of still caring for a girl who needs space and time, and who is absolutely amazing. im reminded of it time and time again, and i cant help wanting to be with her. well, anyway, not like i need a relationship now what with graduating, working on graduating, and classes. oh, and my new job, at the phonathon, where i get to hear about how much people hate antioch while i ask them for money! (one of the things i hate the most is asking people for money) im wondering how many hours i can get in before im fired, quit, or any mixture of the two.
looking for a new job at the same time.
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| chicagoalright alright, somone totally said "dylan post more" so im gonna post something about my time here in the great windy city. now, most of you probably know, i dont particularly like cities. actually, i hate them. i get claustrophobic, and tend to dislike the cement. well, it started off with a nice drive up from ohio with a first year student named calvin, who, despite his complete fashion awkwardness and obsession, is a pretty good guy. so we went through a couple "rough" neighbor hoods on the west side to get to the middle of town to meet my friend catriona, who (gasp) has a boyfriend now, which wouldnt be so surprising if she hadnt, at antioch, pretty much exclusivly seduced girls. but, hey, yay for flexibility. anywho, we are driving through this area, calvin locks his doors, cause hes afraid of the black people, and i slowly watch the surroundings pass by with a jaded eye. we get to live bait, a theater, where catriona is working for the night. once there, i say my goodbyes to calvin, and proceed to wait. it was a pretty good wait, you know, and i got to read most of a book called "attilla's sword." no, it wasnt a gay romance novel-it was historical fiction, a genre i enjooy horrendously, and guiltily, since it often butchers history horrendously. but often it teaches me new things, and i enjoy the perspective of learning about famous battles and events in history throught the lense of a single person point of view. anywhoo, went to teh bar with catriona and her bf, she bought me dinner and a couple of drinks, then we went back to bf's place where i slept on the floor becuase at catrionas place a misunderstanding had made it seem that there was a horde of invading loud annoying women, when really a bunch of people left so we would all be able to fit there. umm, ended up staying there and getting a lot of work done, and then moving to my friend dylans house a block later--oh yeah, this is in the same neighborhood where calvin locked his doors, a great little polish/hispanic neighborhood where most of the signs are in english, polish and spanish. ate a lot of pizza, and since dylan is trying to start a video arcade machine business, played a fair amount of video games, went to a weird hipster bar and was awkward, listening to bad noise techno... bought an amazing leather jacket thats about the same size and is the same make as my grandfathers leather jacket. i look hot in it. went to third coast, and learned about a million things about audio, got to hang out with some of the most famous people in the audio world, and hang out with all the salties...it was nice to see that our radio instructor preffered to hang out with my term and...there was about two nights of dancing for hours, and three nights of party. it was great.
now, its all over, its saturday night, and im going back to dylans couch, and then to ohio, where im going to do all the homework i didnt do this week. | | |
| how smart are kittens?
ultra super smart. this one learned to use the catbox in a day. then, after i placed her there, looked at me as if to say, "hey i wont pee on your bed no more" and used the box, which, in my opinion, is a good thing, me not wanting to wake up at five in the morning with cat pee on my blankets again.
Nacio, your black, furry, and what i need right now. | | |
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