Remember those two Foos at the beginning of the WINDOWLICKER video?

Well, I met them last night. Not the actual guys but their white middlewestern wanna-g counterparts. These guys were rediculous. I was at the cheerfull tortoise and they sat down next to me and started their jive. Hitting on the bartender. The taller one kept claiming that the shorter one was farting. The shorter one actually kept saying "I DONT GIVE A FUCK HOLMES!" Radass dudical. The best part:
Their names were MELVIN and HOWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uh hi

ian

Thursday 30 December 2004 at 12:35 pm

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is it impossible for me to find compatable roommates? honestly, what is wrong with me? because this is three years in a row now that i'm getting screwed in my living situation, and not in the way anyone wants to be.

i was gone all summer. i didn't live there. i felt bad sticking her with the full amount of rent because i felt like joining the army (even though she knew before we even signed the contract i wouldn't be living there this summer). i agree to give her $150 a month since my stuff is there. our third roommate agrees to throw down like $200 for the summer.

my mom calls roommate to find out when to send june's rent, and she tells my mom to send $300... a full half of the total rent, what i usually pay when i actually live there.

so for june, july and august, when i should have given her $450 total, she got $900. plus the money from our third roommate. so she was paying less than half, and she was the only one living there.

i found this out last night. and now she wants me to pay for january, too, when i'm leaving a week into the month for ecuador. the way i see it, she owes me $450.

wtf??? will i ever find someone i can live with?

three years and going strong...

curlingiron

Tuesday 28 December 2004 at 11:44 pm

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hellow. this is going to be my first real post in a long time. i want to start by asking Ian if he is comming to Ashland any time soon. I love to see you buddy.

I don't know why i havent written in a while. it isn't because there is noting worth writing about, I just don't know what to write. i am unhappy with my style thus far. No i not unhappy with it. i just don't like it anymore. every time i log on to write, all i can seem to write about is some deep philosophy about the world, or some deep personal things that you readeres don't necessayly need to know about. It is helpful to be sometimes to write deep thoughts about myself, but it is not all i can write, you see. so please excuse my absence until i find a style i like, until my mindset when writing on this site changes.

Anywhoo, i hope you all had a great christmas. i love the guy, no. And i must compitulate, Life aquatic is fucking awesome. You can see the free spirit in the creation of it. it would be fun to make, and there is a heightned level of movie appreaciation present. i would lhave fun making this movie.

Eric lets get a drink tuesday night i don't have to work. And everyone else.

i read the news tocay-ayy-ay.

jonR

Sunday 26 December 2004 at 7:24 pm

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01 - i love my family
02 - the life aquatic... is amazing
03 - i enjoy david bowie
04 - i love my friends
05 - zac has a mullet (pictures to come soon)
06 - i miss een
07 - i can't wait to get back to corvallis
08 - i have a date for new years
09 - i'm pretty happy.

things i know for certain

eric

Sunday 26 December 2004 at 12:48 am

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sometimes home feels so strange... it's as if home is feeling less and less like home, and the grove is starting to take it's place. i feel like i don't really belong here. i mean, i love the people i still have here, and i love my family and my home, but... sometimes it's almost too painful to really handle. i've got too much history here, it feels like. especially around the holidays, when memories of past christmases start stirring up... then it just hurts.

sometimes i don't feel comfortable in my own skin, let alone my home. it's all so unsettling.

sorry.


always.....

strange

curlingiron

Friday 24 December 2004 at 02:51 am

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When I was seven, I combined all of my most precious baseball cards into one glorious collection . With their pristine gloss and unbent corners, I carefully placed them in the thick-plastic holders, placed these in a box with a cheap, red, combination lock adorning the front. I placed this under my bed. every once and awhile, I'd unlock the box (36, 10, 26) and sit in the corner, looking at the cards. as I recount our shared history, the young version of myself in my childhood room, pouring my adoration over these scraps of paper and plastic bears a lot of similarity to my current situation. I guess I just don't know what to do with her -- a lock box seems too harsh of a place for such beautiful memories, but i've never been very good at biding my time.

and she's never been one for stability.

christmas lament

eric

Friday 24 December 2004 at 02:50 am

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in my spare time, i like to draw.



work sucks. it's true. i miss corvallis.

revenant

eric

Friday 17 December 2004 at 11:40 pm

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yesterday was roommate day for my roommate and i. we haven't gotten to spend any time together lately, so we decided on her day off we would go shopping and hang out and all that good stuff. when we got home last night we cleaned the house up a little and then our friend alex called. he, along with his two roommates came over, and then our friend aaron stopped by. we proceeded to hang out and drink drink drink until it was time to drink no more. this morning when i woke up and surveyed the kitchen, it was a lovely sight. nothing but booze remains all over the counter.

this is what college is; hanging out, boozin' it up, and remembering some of it the next day. how i love it.

saw modest mouse on wednesday. they were awesome. by far one of the best performances i've ever seen. the two opening bands were.... well, the first one was the thermals. they were decent. a lot of their stuff sounded the same, but there were a few that i really enjoyed, and they weren't too bad onstage, either. but then the second band... i don't even remember their name. savage high? static high? something to that effect... . there was nothing good about them. their music was bad, their performance was bad, they didn't even dance well. it was painful. combine that with the assholes that were around me, and i was not a happy camper.

but then modest mouse took the stage and things got a little better. the assholes around me were still pissing me off, and i know more than one of them had big fat bruises the next day, courtesy of me (and no, it wasn't an accident). overall, a very good concert and a very good night. went with chrystal and we met up with sarah, ally, alex and nathan(!!!) who just got back from austria. i missed that kid. he's good people.

alright, i'm going to nurse my hangover and do charitable works for an underpriveledge family with my sorority. hooray hooray!!!


always.....

ahh, college

curlingiron

Friday 17 December 2004 at 1:13 pm

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I finally just got back online after being computerless for almost a week. The puter lab sux and so do you.

I like how Eric just backed up what i said about Metal shows.

Nothing going on up here. Just movie popcorn, dreams of stripppers, and too much PBR.

Saw the movie CLOSER last night because I had nothing else to do. It drove me nuts. Julia Roberts looks like an elderly greyhound. Jude Law resembles a ten year old. Clive Owen is a pimp though, and Natalie Portman is a fox. You get to see her butthole. She plays a stripper.

Well, nothing else is going on. I think im going to see the INCREDIBLES and wait for something good to come out.

MUCH LUV
SLEDG

Keannu Reaves says: WHOA!

ian

Wednesday 15 December 2004 at 4:11 pm

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it's that time of year, everyone! yup, the time of year when deborah starts to have an emotional breakdown! no, but seriously, i think i'm losing my mind this time. for real. i have no idea what my problem is, but i cannot hang with life in general right now. it's a huge mystery to me, one that i don't know if i'll be able to crack for awhile. my advisor told me "don't lose your mind here, wait until you get to south america; it will be much more fun finding it down there." could be pretty sound advice, but cheleen is one of the craziest people i know, so... whatever.

still up in the grove. going to see modest mouse tonight with sarah, nathan, ally and alex, ally's boyfriend. it'll be the first time seeing nathan since last may; he just spend the semester in austria. so now that he's back, i'm leaving. damn my timing, it's always off, it seems.


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hooray

curlingiron

Wednesday 15 December 2004 at 11:22 am

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Mastadon played Medford last night. It was a pretty shitty scene. I almost felt embarressed, the kids there were pretty lame. Mastadon actually stopped during their first song and told them to stop moshing like asshats. They didn't listen. I saw a lot of Metallica shirts, a lot of Hot Topic gear and a lot of silly antics. This town doesn't deserve live shows like that. It was fun though, hanging out with the crew. Zac and Jeryl and Jon and Val. My Corvallis buddies Mike and Corey even showed up. metal.

Things are pretty slow around here. I'm on dialup, I don't get cellphone reception and most of my friends are busy with girlfriends / jobs / whatever. In two days, I've almost finished the book "Wonder Boys," which is fucking awesome.

I have no idea what I'm going to do today, but I can tell you, it's bound to be hella unproductive. rock and roll.

march of the fire ants

eric

Tuesday 14 December 2004 at 11:34 am

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Okay, so, I've had time to regenerate. It is slightly strange sleeping in this house alone -- generally it's constantly bustling with activity at all hours. It's kind of nice though, having the whole street to myself (this town has been evacuated). I'm slowly packing my belongings up, preparing to make the trek back to the valley.

I got my guitar amp back from the shop yesterday. 3.5 months and $200 (I got them to drop 50 bucks off the price) later, I have a totally rewired, completely vintage 1967 Fender Blackface amp (Pre-CBS of course). Since it took so long for them to repair it, I convinced them to throw in a free reverb tank. It sounds supreme. Orgasmic even. I played for hours last night.

But yeah, redesign. I'm not sure about it. I need to polish some thigns up. It looks pretty bitchin in mozilla (gotta love the alpha-fade), but it's kind of slow (gotta hate the alpha-fade). Whatever.

Finals went well, I only had two, but they were in my most difficult classes (Operating Systems I and Software Engineering). I'm anxious to see how I did -- I put some serious effort forth. We'll see.

But yeah, updates will probably be pretty slow, I'm returning to the vortex of my parent's house -- fucking dialup. blah.

With that, I'll bid you all farewell. Much love.

green like grass

eric

Saturday 11 December 2004 at 12:22 pm

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The Mars Volta are Good!

1. They make cool sounds that sound like the sounds that you hear coming from a spaceship that can't escape a toilet bowl that is filled with poo and bjork.
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2. The drummer is shaped like Rectangle. l_______________l <---One that looks like that

3. Cedric has the best dance moves i've ever seen. It's like watching Celine Dion chasing after soap on a men's maximum security prison's shower room floor while murderers shove their fists up her butt.

4. The can score you major poon. Even more THAN BUCKLEY, ERIC.

5. Bad haircuts.

ps. Paris Hilton legally trademarked "That's Hot." So I couldn't use it without her permission.

Why the Mars Volta are good by Roberto Lincoln

ian

Wednesday 08 December 2004 at 11:05 am

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Ian Backer
Psy as a Nat Sci
Dave Hall

Textbook Journal Chap. 8/Cryptomnesia

Cryptomnesia is a concept that I am wrestling with daily. According to the text, cryptomnesia is quite prominent throughout our society. Such publicly occurring instances have happened to the likes of Helen Keller, Sigmund Freud, Friedrich Nietzche, Eddie Murphey, and George Harrison. It has also been known as unintentional plagiarism. What is it exactly?


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My textbook journal for Psychology class that I wrote at 5 in the morn

ian

Tuesday 07 December 2004 at 06:57 am

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I am in the computer lab right now working on my comparative analysis essay on Portland and Al-Nahra Iraq. I just checked endysis and looked at all the pictures again from my google search. You might think I m joking but Im not: I THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE STALLION PICTURE IS SITTING NEXT TO ME, RIGHT NOW! I'm serious. I'm looking at him right now. He just looked at me and did that eyebrow thing. the one where your eyebrows go up and down for a second. Oh my god. He doesn't know Im typing on the internet about him. I want to just straight out tell him that I found his picture and that Im writing about him. He has no idea. I could say he has on pink velvet gloves with cumstains on them. He wouldn't know. I could say that he has a boner thats popping out of his pants because he forgot to zipp it up and there are peepee stains all over his pants from the splashbavck of the urinal. Oh, wait. That's not him. Never mind.


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OMGLOL!

ian

Sunday 05 December 2004 at 4:11 pm

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