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seacrest, out!
man, i don't even know what's happened since i last wrote because it's been weeks. TS came up, we hung out, oh wait, that was within the timeframe of the last episode...
well, actually, tim recame up i think, after basketball... and we went out, and lori was here and blah blah blah. bunch of other crap.
work is still going exceptionally well, and, and this is just icing on the cake, sometimes i'm driving home and think about the shit i'd have to be doing at BRW and i just get really happy. Happy to be ANYWHERE but there, who cares that i like where i'm actually at. Hell, i wake up at 7, and do so with a grin. i don't have to get there between 8 and 8:15, but why not? the whole thing is just super.
this past sunday i met tony at the avenue and we watched the sad BC game, and then played mario kart and junk until 10 when we went to see whatever the hell that jim carrey movie is... eternal sunshine of the spotless mind? ooh, i think i got it. anyway, i was expecting some stupid ass charlie kaufman wankery with jim carrey acting like a buffoon. what i got was a really superb movie, that took directions i didn't at all think from the trailer, and with a performance by jim carrey that was so restrained and excellent i can't believe it. it's the movie i've wanted him to make for years and years but thought was impossible after truman show and ever more impossible after the andy kaufman movie.
i want to go to newbury comics desperately, but i'm lazy and also have no shelf space for future cds and i'm not sure what i'm planning on doing about that.
freshman and sophomore bostonians came over a couple weeks ago for class night. the night before was the night we went out with tim and lori and stuff, but while we were waiting for tim katie and i were alone at the silhouette plotting what to do for class night. katie's contribution was balloons, my contribution was name that shot, wherein they take a shot and then have to name what it is. we took those ideas and by 8pm the next day added blindfolds and running and beer chugging and custom made t-shirts that said "Winner of Katie and Peterik's Class Night Extravagana." Then the kids came and it was a very nervewracking experience, because here they were, not sober, chugging beers and taking shots and making all these faces that suggested vomit. luckily, it was a fairly clean end result, and they all lived to see the next day.
american idol is sad. it makes me upset. the oc is new tomorrow which makes me all sorts of excited.
bostonians cafe is friday, and i guess we have to go to that. ad frank is playing though. we may try to do both, but if not he'll be back. also, broken social scene plays on saturday and pretty girls make graves on monday, i should really make an effort to at least see broken social scene, but hey, they'll be at coachella, as well as pgmg, so at least i've got that going for me. Also, wilco will be there, and and you will know us by the trail of the dead, and death cab, and the flaming lips and belle & sebastian, and the rapture and q & not u and !!! and bright eyes, and mogwai and
air and, oh yeah radiohead and the cure and the f'ing pixies.
and let's not forget howie day.
so the way i see it, if i miss ted leo & electrelane this sunday, i've got plenty of music coming up to make up for it. although i will not pass on sufjan stevens and john vanderslice next thursday.
ok, i'm tired of writing. i've been, you know, playing lots of video games and stuff that have distracted me from writing. top on this list are currently ninja gaiden on xbox which rules and i've also been playing doom. you know, the original. which is the most beautiful game in the world. a symphony of twitch violence.... i nominate it for the thing of the century.
here's a picture of a duck:
