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Well, I never remember to update this thing so here's a series of quick facts:
I turned 22 on the 9th
I'm doing well in school
Haven't been on any more bad dates
My car is costing me $400 today
I saw The Grudge last night
The Dot Org is now www.thedotorg.org
hmm. That should cover it. If you need to know more or want to talk, just e-mail or instant message me, my aim name is notmikem004 |
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Here's what's been happening lately...
LAST FRIDAY
Mike and the Panic Attack
Not my panic attack mind you, but this is another girl story. In the same weekend. Different girl though.
So after class on Friday, reeking of corpse, I was supposed to meet up with a girl to hang out over on Temple's main campus. So I hope the shuttle over and meet her outside her apartment building. She comes out, she's looking really cute and I suggest we go get something to eat.
We wander over to Temple's eatery (Temple University, in case you were wondering) and she starts acting weird. She randomly starts having a panic attack in the middle of this place. So we go and sit down and she's having trouble talking to me and it is generally pretty weird. I just kind of sit there till she relaxes. Eventually she does and I suggest we go to somewhere she'd be more comfortable, so we go back to her place.
SCORE!
Just kidding. Her roommates are there and a few of her friends show up. This happened Friday, but I didn't have the friend disaster, I had the girl disaster. So we're all sitting around talking, he friends are all right I guess, but they're all gossiping about people I don't know or care to know.
I'm stuck there till the train comes a little later, so I'm making the best of it. I'm sitting with this girl on the couch and everything is hunky dory. Her friends go to do something and we're just sitting there, and she looks a little distressed again. What is the major malfunction here? I'm just sitting here and this girl is about to wig out.
Suddenly her phone rings, she goes and answers it, comes back, sits down, and bursts into tears. WHOA! Unprovoked crying fit. I asked if anyone died, but no, and eventually I ask if I should go, and she says yes.
Now she has to walk me out because of the wacky sign in process of her building and we're walking down the hallway and she's crying hysterically, I still don't know why, people are looking at us, and, well, I'm starting to feel pretty uncomfortable.
We get down to the lobby and she calms down a little, I ask her what's wrong and she tells me. Apparently she felt she was a disappointment to me and that she wasted my time. And that I made her really nervous. Let me tell you right now, if you know me in person, there's no way I'm making you nervous in any way, I'm about as intimidating as a lawn gnome. I guess for some reason, people that don't know me find me scary. Oooh.
But seriously, I was sitting there and just having a decent time for the evening and this girl is freaking out the whole time. She then starts crying hysterically in the middle of the lobby of the building! People crowd around to see what's up, she's crying, I'm standing there with a concerned look. People must think I just dumped her or something! I just met this girl! I wanted to tell the people that I was a Jehovah's Witness and that she finally found Jesus, and he beat the shit out of her. Or something.
Needless to say, I don't know which day was worse, Friday or Saturday, because I had two horrible experiences in a row. What the hell is wrong this weekend? I think I'm going to just hide in my apartment on Sunday and wait things out.
Ugh. What a weekend.
LAST SATURDAY
Let me preface my tale by saying that I've been talking to a girl on and off for the past few weeks and we decided to meet on South Street tonight in Philadelphia. The thug and yuppie mecca of Philadelphia, filled with shops, boutiques, bars, and a certain place called Condom Kingdom. They sell, none other than, condoms. And novelty sex things that I don't care to go into but I'm sure you get the idea.
We set to meet at a little before ten and so I parked in my usual free parking area at one end. So I call her to meet and she said that her friends were slowing her down and that she'd be there soon. But she didn't know where she'd be parking. So I was standing there not knowing where to go and waiting for her to tell me. But let me back this up for a moment..
Friends?
Nowhere in our planning was there any mention that she'd have an entourage that I'd have to deal with as well. Not one, but TWO friends were with her. Friends that I didn't care to meet or feel like dealing with.
I wait ten minutes and call her back. She still doesn't know where she's going to park. Ok, I wait another few minutes, and call to see if she figured it out. She told me that she's on 2nd and Lombard, and that her friends and her decided to get a bite to eat.
What the hell is happening here?
I get there and they're ordering. I didn't plan on getting food down there so I didn't bring money or hunger. So I sat down and they got their food and were talking away. I specifically went out here to meet her and get to know her in person a bit better, but she's bullshitting away with her friends and I'm, on the whole, feeling rather alienated.
Time goes on and I make the occasionaly quip about what they are talking about to a generally cold response. The girl I'm there to see is pretty much ignoring me and having fun with her friends. I asked myself why did I bother going down here. Time goes on, well, about ten minutes. This could also be "Mike's Guide to a Twenty Minute Date"
One of her friends than says, "You know, after this I think I'd like to go to Condom Kingdom" and I reply with, "Don't you think it's a little late for that?" OBVIOUSLY referring to the time. It was late, it's probably closed, but ok, I just say it's a little late. Everyone stops eating and looks at me. The girl I was there to see then says, "I can't belive you just said that"
Said what? It's getting late. Whoopty Doo.
The other friend then chimes in and says, "You don't know her situation, who the hell are you to say that." Say that's it la-- oh my god! This girl is pregnant! (The friend of the girl I am there to see. Read for understanding, Wang)
What are the odds that I woudl say a rather vague thing, to a girl I didn't know about a place that sold condoms that just HAPPENED to be pregnant! Did I walk into an episode of Seinfeld? Was Candid Camera going to come out and let me know I was had?
No, they weren't. The girl I was there to see then said, "You've really offended my friend, I think you'd better go." So I stood up, said my goodbyes, and left.
On the way back to the car I got to thinking, what exactly WAS her situation? Was she a surrogate mother? Was she raped? I think most people would have taken that rather light heartedly. Especially from me since I'm so lovable ... *cough*... but yes.
I left. I'm here now telling my story, and what the fuck. Does anyone have any input? I think it's safe to assume I'll never, ever, ever talk to this girl again. But seriously, what are the odds.
Condom Kinddom + It's Late Comment + Girl I Don't Know That's Pregnant =
Well, it equaled the little hairs on the back of my neck not only standing up, but leaving the country and changing their names.
Wow. Beat that.
YESTERDAY
Well, I was back in the game again tonight, and was supposed to meet a girl from school to go with her to a thing that the class was putting on at a bar called Goosebumps downtown.
I wasn't really into going that night, but I called the girl and she made it sound like a good time, so I got all spiffied up and headed out to meet her. While driving down Kelly Drive my battery gauge started fluctuating to both extremes
"This is new," I thought as I went farther downtown. I was then driving towards where she lived when all of the lights in my car began to dim. Well, it seems that this can't be too good. I then tried to make a mad dash back home after calling her to tell her what was happening (she went on without me... fooey).
I got about three blocks away when the car died in the middle of the intersection. I pushed the car off to the side of the road after getting some seriously dirty looks and then called 911 because I wouldn't know who else to call.
"Hello, 911?"
"Hi, yeah, I need a towtruck"
"Ok, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Uh. That's a uh... good... question"
*click*
WHAT! What the hell! That was the most grizzled 911 operator of all time. Let's try this again
"Hello, 911"
"Oh my God! My car just died and I don't know what to do and I think I'm having a panic attack and a homeless guy just licked my shoe!"
"What?"
"I need a towtcuck"
"Ok, let me connect you"
You see, the trick is to seem VERY alarmed. Then you get what you want.I call the tow truck company and they tell me it'll be about two hours before they can come rescue me. Well that's just lovely.
So here I am, standing on the corner of 10th and Vine downtown on the cusp of some sketchy area for two hours with a dead car. I made a few phone calls and looked bored. Then the creatures of the night came by.
First was a homeless guy. He talked to me for fifteen minutes about his situation, his life story, and where he was trying to stay, and how he would pay for it. I was about to ask him for a dollar when I ask what homeless rehabilitation program he's trying to get into... and he does... and I call him out on it. That place doesn't exist, I tell him, and he comes clean. He just wants the money for a forty so he can get some sleep. I asked why he didn't just say that and he didn't want to seem rude. Needless to say I gave him $2. I can't argue with that.
Flash forward about 15 minutes and an extra from the cast of Hair comes sauntering up. We're talking he's so homosexual, I felt like the icon of masculinity in his presence. He comes up and asks me why I'm standing on the corner. I tell him that my car is broken down and he goes and takes a close look at it. Then he offers to blow me in the nearby parking lot if that'll make me feel better.
Do gay people do that? Wow.
Ok, so finally the tow truck comes and I make my daring escape to West Philadelphia. I finally get home, and the girl I was supposed to meet calls me. She said she missed me tonight. That's cool. Hopefully we'll have a re-do, hehe.
The Lesson? Well, I really don't know. Hanging out with the girl would have been great, but I think the lesson is to rely more on public transportation and.. uh.. fuck. There wasn't a lesson, I just missed out.
TODAY
I got my car back and I'm lighter $200. Then I went to Costco and spent $270 on food and more scrubs. Whew. |
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Yeah, I forgot I had one of these. Quick rundown:
Med school started
I look good in scrubs
Uhm. Yeah that's about it. |
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I was with my relative for the better part of a week. I can only take them in liberal doses so I think I'm good till Thanksgiving. I start Med School next wednesday, I better go buy a notebook. That is all. |
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I've seen the horror. Horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that, but you have no right to judge me . It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and mortal terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies t o be feared. They are truly enemies.
I remember when I was with Special Forces--it seems a thousand centuries ago--we went into a camp to inoculate it. The children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us, and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile--a pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out, I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it, I never want to forget. And then I realized--like I was shot...like I was shot with a diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, "My God, the genius of that, the genius, the will to do that." |
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Well the Dot Org store is up and running thanks to the help of Flanagan click here and it is pretty great. We're workin on getting black merchandise but it's an uphill battle. Other than that, nothing much as been going on. I'm watching Apocalypse Now.. now.. awesome movie.
Jul. 29th, 2004 @ 08:34 pm
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| » Early Sunday Morning |
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Well, Flanagan and I spent the majority of this evening trying to find something to do. We went to Cracker Barrel, then watched a shitload of movies and ended up going for tacos. I feel that saturday is the wasted day of the weekend. I mean, FRIDAY! Everyone looks forward to friday... new movies, go out drinking, parties, freedom, etc. Saturdays... they're usually to recover from Friday or something along those lines. I generally just sit around on Saturdays.. just seems like the thing to do. Ah well. I hope everyone ELSE had a fun saturday.
Jul. 25th, 2004 @ 03:43 am
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| » It's Friday |
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Last night Black Jesse got Curtis and I into an early screening of Harold and Kumar go to White Castle (for free!) and it turned out to be a hilarious movie. The similarities to it and the script that I am shopping around stopped just past the premise (two guys in NJ looking for food) so that is pretty good. I may have to change the food to yoyos and the location to British Columbia, but whatever works. Shawn and I are going to see The Bourne Supremacy tonight and probably fuck around playing video games all night afterwards. It's hard to tell if I want a job or just want to wait till summer ends because doing fuck all whenever I want is a pretty sweet deal, and I'm not going to have this opportunity EVER again. Ah well. Who wants to make out?
Jul. 23rd, 2004 @ 03:45 pm
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| » Thursday Morning Random Update |
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Well, yesterday was kind of boring. Nothing too exciting. I went to see Anchorman with Curtis, Flan, and Jordan; it was pretty fun. The anchorman melee scene was hilarious. Afterwards I got some Burger King, felt like death, and went to bed at 11. Quite strange if I do say so myself, but perhaps I'll finally get on a good sleeping schedule. Yep. Whee.
Jul. 22nd, 2004 @ 08:41 am
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| » What did I do today? |
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I went to see.. uh.. I, Robot. It was pretty good. Than Shawn came over and played Metroid while I sat around on the computer. Curtis is crashing here because he needs a place to stay while he does some freelance work. Then we played this movie trivia game I have. Yep. I'm not good at this journal thing, I don't think anyone cares what I do on a day-to-day basis.
Jul. 20th, 2004 @ 01:00 am
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| » Mike Has a Live Journal! |
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Yes, it's come to this. Shameless self-promotion is key.
Are you ready?
Jul. 17th, 2004 @ 10:54 pm
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| » Mikem and Blodeox VS. Leagalized Gambling |
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Public Service Announcement: Just for the record, this story was supposed to be Mikem, Antepolleo, and Blodeox VS. Legalized Gambling but the powers that be made it so Antepolleo's car would not function properly to deliver him safely. Anyway, on with the show....
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Jul. 17th, 2004 @ 09:09 pm
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| » Mikem’s Guide to Successful Interweb Forum Posting |
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Well, it certainly seems like we have an angry bunch of people posting here the other six days of the week. That’s fine with me if it’s fine with the rest of you, but instead of bitching about women, which is what I’m sure you were all expecting, I’m going to help you become a better poster overall.
How is this you ask? Well…
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Jul. 10th, 2004 @ 11:15 am
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| » Suspiria: What the hell was that? |
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My parents and sister came to visit a few weeks ago and my dad gave me Suspiria to watch, what is called by entertainment weekly, "the scariest movie of all time." I don't know about it begin the scariest but it is one of the weirdest...
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Jul. 3rd, 2004 @ 09:04 pm
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