anthillz

Punk.

I’m stressed out. Not posting has left me that way. I just need to complain sometimes. So anyway, things that suck:
Scrapping our project at work and starting over.
Showing up to class to see people getting ready to give presentations, leaving because when the fuck were these presentations mentioned?
Missing good times to do a project that has had the deadline extended unbeknownst to me.
Spending upwards of 24 hours on said project. Screwing everything else over to do it. Oh it’s not due tomorrow?
Missing every fucking class to do homework.
Unstarted research papers that require non internet sources that are due in 24 hours.
My boss reading this over my shoulder.
Having $4, owing everyone money, and having no credit card.
Having a show this Friday never having practiced and no time to practice.
Not knowing what girls really think.
5-6 hours of sleep a night.
People saying no more websites for you.
People who fuck up your internet connection while you aren’t home.
Reading error log files trying to fix said internet connection.
Mixing paint, paint, painting, cutting.
Free summer housing falling through.
Halo. That game sucks. It’s called Doom. And Quake. And 007. And Unreal. And Half Life. And 1993. Same game, still sucks. Quit it.
Wondering what happened to doing things I feel like doing.
Everything else too.
Things that are good:
Mogwai live. Amazing.

My last attempt to post is sort of a summary of how things have been going in general. It crashed.
Desensei is back, temporarily, and leaves anthillz.net, writteninthesand.com, asterisklog.com, arcera.org, my currently domainless portfolio, boylion.com and everything else on desensei looking for a permanent home.

More proof that Google is the best thing going on the internet: Google Labs. I’m investing!
Learn the fine art of pen spinning. You do not have the skills that I possess. And I guarantee whoever made that site is a dork. Some of the videos (yes videos) rule though.
My roommate Andy has a secret weblog. Well it’s not secret anymore! And speaking of roommate’s websites, mattroanwillkickyourass.com coming soon.

Sorry if I’ve been a little bit manic depressive lately. I could explain but the internet isn’t for that. Word.
There’s something really dirty about seeing somebody’s calf above their pants. Like in the bathroom they’re in a stall and you can see skin above the pants that have been dropped.. I think it’s gross for some reason. But if you’re just wearing shorts the calfs are fine.
There’s no such thing as reverse racism. It’s just racism.
I’m really nervous about our show. Which reminds me: Friday May 31st: on the corner of Lincoln and Belden, above Starbucks, Brown Party, Mountain Men, Written in the Sand.

Smoking pot - I haven’t in a long time. I think pot is a stupid word. It just sounds dumb. Tea is a better one. Smoke some tea. Having a tea party. I also don’t feel comfortable smoking someone elses when I know I’ll never get them back because I’m never going to buy it and I’m not going to give them any money for it. I was just thinking about that today.

Hotel Swimming - what do you think it is? You go to a hotel and swim in their pool. It rules. We tried to go to the Ritz Carlton first but they have tons of security. They have people standing in every elevator lobby and asking kids if they have a key. Obviously not. If you aren’t rich or old you probably will look pretty out of place there. So if you want to swim there, you have to tell them you’re going to the resteraunt on the 13th floor, then from there take the stairs down a floor, and from there somehow get past the guy sitting at the desk at the pool. That’s where we got tripped up. So we went to the Embassy Suites down the street. That was just a matter of telling people who were staying there that the key was in the room but we wanted to swim. This is sort of unbelievable when it’s a group of 6 kids so it took asking a few people but it eventually worked. I was worried the whole time but that’s half the fun of hotel swimming. Going with people who genuinely did not believe that you can get in trouble for it helped ease my worry even though I think you probably can. Pools, hot tubs and saunas. Living in style.
Here is a funny article about Spider-Man.
Check out Ohio Girl.
And from there check out Aesthetic Apparatus. I’ve seen some of their posters.. Rad work.

Fuck Time Magazine, fuck emo, fuck Dashboard, fuck diaryland, fuck “antipop”, fuck Deep Elm Records deep up the ass, fuck makeout club, fuck Weezer and fuck you.

Nights like these, it’s easy to entertain the idea of not going to bed at all.

Today I realized that I’m friends with a bunch of heartbreakers and homewreckers. That rules. Freaking dames. That’s right I said it.
I do not recommend the new WinMX. It crashes a lot when I have a lot of good stuff queued up. Then I have to open it and try to queue it up again. Then it crashes. It really is a huge waste of time. That’s good when I’ve got time to kill though.
Really great music has the negative effect of allowing me to sit in my room all day just listening to it. That’s when the music is too good.
I’ve got plenty of money to live now, tax refund, job, etc. However I have $0 in cash and no way of getting any until at best tomorrow. I’m going to track down my brother and get the money he owes me back.