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Thursday, September 06, 2007

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:38:10 GMT

Where the hell do I even begin?

I'm back in England.
Life suuuuuuuucks soo hard at the moment.

Sheesh, I haven't updated in years.

I'll get ontop of that, since I have some time this week. I'll tell you all about my wonderful jounrney to this horribly situation I find myself in.

I know, it could be worse. I have all my limbs, I'm not violently ill etc etc How can I explain, personal pain (to quote the violent femmes).

I'll give it a shot.

Hope everyones peachy.

*hug*

Rawk yer socks peeps!!!!! I'm back jejeje

Joey

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 06:13:17 GMT

Ok. I finally have a computer again.

Here's the update. I'm living in north Minneapolis, in an attic. My new job is managing a store within a Marshall fields. It's alright. I sell sunglasses. And I think I've come to the point where I'm going to be moving back to England next sorta like end of spring, early summer. But not before I take a massive road trip around the USA. I don't want to go back to england. But i really don't have a choice. And I'm living in an attic that I can't even stand up in fully because...ummm, I can't seem to find any decent people to move in with anywhere else, also rent is really low! Under $250/mo

And I'll appologise in advance for any mispellings. I've had a rather crap night, and for some reason I thought I could drink a pint of newcastle brown, for each crap thing that came to mind. Today just happned to be the day my ex had her going away party, because she's moving to England to be with this slightly older British photography guy that has his own photography business. So I'm now sufficiently buzzed if you will.

But ah yes, back on track. I'm living in an attic of a house. Our landlord isn't really a landlord, he's just sorta renting his house out...We pay his mortgage and all the utilities. Doesn't really help us out for any problems we have here at all really. For example, I have extension cords going outside my window to the outlets in the garden. Because the ones in my room, damn near blew up. I tried to hook up one extra lava lamp for my...well, lets call it a low ceiling'd room, or upper class storage space...that I just sorta urrm live in. Well anyways, yeah, hooked the bugger up and I damn near blew the outlet off the wall. And the landlord doesn't see it as this as a problem. Not to mention that there's no insulation between me and outside. In the winter, there's some roofing tiles, an inch of dry wall, and then me hugging onto a bottle of rum, thinking of the caribean, whilst the only thing keeping me thawed is the antifreeze in my blood called Malibu, and a space heater that couldn't warm a piece of toast. One day, I swear to god, my cell phone was so chilled when I woke up, the screen wouldn't even light up and it was making a quiet whinning noise. I think it was asking me to kill it, so that it could be happier. You really shouldn't have to wake up and wonder at what point in the night, your bottle of soda turned into a brown ice cube.

Pretty shady neighbourhood too. Someone broke into our house a few months back...By that I mean, opened the window that had been broken 6 months previous, and then they came up into my room, at 4am. Must have scared the crap outta them when a light suddenly got switched on in what they probably thought was a place filled with old plastic christmas trees and beta max players. Of course the first thing I did when they bolted downstairs was grab a piece of wooden house debre with some sharp nails on one end (I call it Mr.Tetinus) and proceed to sit on the door that leads where they where running. I was going to follow them, but then realised this criminal genius who broke into our house, may have known my only weakness...Bullets! So I decided to call the house phone from my cell and see if my room mate had a friend over that maybe just popped up to see what was at the top of some stairs that were hidden in the closet. How this criminal genius even found my room is amazing. Seriously when I came to a party at this house before I lived here. It was a great party, I was in quite a state that I couldn't really stand up without fearing for the safety of my beverage. I sat on the floor and wondered why the monkees, people kept comming out of the closet. Then this guy told me that I should trust him, and go "into" the closet. It was a real matrixy kind of moment, ya know...free your mind and all that. Well, I climbed into the closet, and there's a staircase, leading to a door laying flat on the ceiling. It's kinda of cool. Anyways, my roommate picked up the phone thankfully. I was half worried some psychopathic killer was going to pick up and tell me I was too late! But he confirmed that there was no friends in the house. Then I said Ah! Well, somebody was in my room. A long story short, we met in the middle of the house (he ironically lives in the basement) him with a hammer, and me with Mr.Tetinus, to find our uninvited friend had already decided to leave. DAMN! And well, I needed a nightcap after that ordeal to get back to sleep.

Ahhh there's soo much to cover in the year that I've been without internet access. Man. Glad our little blogring is still running strong. To update everybody on that. I'm trying to organise some get togethers for people to meet up in a few different cities. Fun for anybody whose the road tripping type.

Actually, come to think of it, we're having a 70's themed party at our house in Minneapolis next saturday. But alas I don't think to many people on the blogring are Minnesota bound. I've had mainly people from NY and CA and London, asking for something to be arranged. So if anyone from those areas knows a nice little place to hold a funtime get together, I can be contacted at casadejoey@yahoo.com or try one of my various messengers, I'd suggest AIM or MSN. We'll start sorting something out :)

Well, I'll update you all soon on current events. Promise. Take care everybody,

~Joey~

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Tue, 23 Mar 2004 05:21:46 GMT

Hmm, entries for my Xanga are few an far apart. I appologise. As soon as I get a comp, and a car... I promise...loads more entries.

Well lets see... Ummm I ended up getting that job at Victoria secret. I have to work in the body and beauty section. I basically have to give girls hand massages with lotion, spray purfume, and generally look pretty... Yay! Guys in the mall are assholes to me though when I have to stand in the hall ways in the mall of america and hand out samples. I'm not Gay Dammit. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But can't a guy just work at victoria secret, wearing a suit, handing out lotion samples and still be straight??? Apparently, all the jock guys don't think so. Yeah, I'll slap a few of them someday when I snap! I mean punch...I'll punch them. No commision though, sure does suck. They make me upsell like crazy, and piss people off. But where's the incentives? And all those pretty girls. After a while it's just torture. Not like i can do anything about it. And then when they make me go over to the lingerie side and ask girls to try a purfume or lotion. Their usually looking at some ummm well, for 13 years olds... I'm going to call it whorish under wear. Don't get me wrong, I love the styles.. But when their 13 and have a 22 year old guy with them buyiong them stuff...It's whorish!. And they they look at me like I perverted... IT'S MY JOB DAMMIT!

Enough Job bitchin'...Time for some State Bitching...

It's still f*cking cold, and there's snow on the floor... I really need to get out of this stupid state, and take a road trip somewhere. I'm going stir crazy. Just have to save up some cash, and get the hell out of here... Hmmm. I need to end this here coz my roomies back... dammit... But umm... Yeah... Anyone in a nice southern state wanna have a British couch surfer for a few days. I need to see some sunlight... AHHH...

Laters peeps,

~Joey~

Friday, January 30, 2004

Fri, 30 Jan 2004 08:50:16 GMT

Well, I've been trying to find a job, without any luck. And immigration is sketching me out...I have just over 11 days to renew my work permit...arrrrghh...if they'll let me.

Also, on another note... my old land lord is trying to get extra money off of me. He was such a f*cking cocky bastard. I called him to say I was having troubles getting the deposit back, and he just laughed and said thet he was keeping it all, and in fact he was comming after me for more money. There wasn't more than $50 worth of damage in that appartment, most of which was there when I moved in and they said it wouldn't matter about those things when I moved out. In fact I even fixed some crap that was wrong with the place, replaced a shower curtain rod and curtain. Had to take a chain lock off of my door that was there when I moved in, after the fire inspector guy came in and said that my appartment wasn't up to spect. And he's keeping all $300 of my deposit, and god knows how much he's trying to get out of me. I don't have anymore money to give. My ex keeps saying she wants more money off of me everytime we talk, the last time it was $675, this time she said $975, and she was saying that I'm being a jerk by trying to keep the deposit from her. They truth is, if I got the deposit back I'd give it too her. But I can't. Like I want to have some guy keep $300 bucks, and try to get more from me.

I dunno. Stuff was bound to fuck up on me once I tried to better my situation, things just don't seem to want me to have it easy. Maybe I'm not following the path I was meant to take. I don't know. It'll all work out. I should expect a slum lord to try to fuck me over in such a way... I forget... oh yes...

I'm almost tempted to post his phone number all over the internet, and have thousands of people call him for no reason... I also thought about keying his car, and throwing a brick through his wind shield if he keeps all my money... After a few months of course... But that's just bad Karma for me...His time will come... each time he steals money from someone in greed, he gets a little bit closer to *SMACK* righteous retribution! I hope!

Other than the usual search for a nice girl. Um, lets see. Oh I did meet this one really nice girl, her name was Ashly... she was southern, blond, non smoker, not slutty, catholic, and a little shorter than me... Perfect! Had a nice date. She said she wanted to do it again the next day.... that was like 2 weeks ago. I couldn't get ahold of her. Then I had to leave a message. Last I talked to her, she was sick, and I had to end our conversation coz I was about to talk to the manager of a potencial job. But I dunno. I don't think she made much of an attempt to get a hold of me after I left her a message. I hate just dangling on a line waiting for someone. Just she was so nice. I'm not to good at this dating thing sometimes. I'm just a nice guy looking for a nice girl, and I hate having to sift through all the junky girls that I don't like to find a nice one. Eh! Most people have crap love lives I guess, or they settle for someone... or else their really happy (I hate you happy lover couple, that just have to make out with each other whenever my friends aren't around...damn you)!

Hmmm, talking about finding a job...I had three interviews in a row at the mall of america yesterday. One at Hollister, the next at victoria secret, and then at abercrombie, each an hour apart, at different sides of the mall. Just for all you people who have never enjoyed the bliss and wonder which is, the mall of america (free promotion, you gimboyt mall people better send me a gift certificate)...The mall, other than being in the middle of an artic wasteland (it was f*cking 35 degrees below with windchill the other day), is huge...well... pretty big anyways... and I had to go into hollister... act like I loved the store, and wore their clothes everyday, and was happy go lucky ADD inclined smile happy energizer bunny for $6 and hr kid. Answer a few questions about my favourite music, and movies... whilst trying persistently to keep the attention of the 23 year old manager who seemed to have harder time focusing on our interview Reese Wetherspoon in a handbag store. Seriously, ya know when ya tweaked out on coffee, and you can't stop smilling and looking around everywhere... she was just like that! She probably went away after the interview thinking that she couldn't remember most of what I said, so I couldn't have been too interesting in whatever I said... That's coz ya a crack monkey! Damn hollister chick!

Anyways, straight out of that interview, flying like a madman down the walkways, like I'd just stollen something very important, into the bathrooms. Suit, tie, BAM! I looked flashy...and then I bolted it into the Victoria Secret. And then shortly after discovering that I couldn't attend my interview until I filled out an application... despite all the information being on the resume' I already gave them. The reason why I needed to write everything from my nice crisp resume' onto this, dirty looking, 20 times over photocopied application form, before even getting hired, illudes me. None the less, met the manager... found out they only wanted very partial, part time people for weekends only... Yes I can give hand massages with lotion, no I've never worn any of your make up, yes I understand this, no I haven't used that... I love the store, I love the atmosphere...I'm a little fruity,,,you should hire me... End of interview.... The sight of a new job was growing darker in the distance,,,

Run down the walkway, fly into bathroom... get back into preppy clothes for preppy interview. Run to the otherside of the mall.

Oh Abercrombie was awesome. Their interviewing technique is prestine. Get a group of fairly good looking people who applied, get them all in a circle (very important)... Scout out the best looking... ask them a few personality questions... Oh you're dumb and like football... Hire that guy...oh you were a cheer leader and a swimmer...oh that's awesome, we need that...tell the rest if they don't get a call that they were unsucessful... Proceed to train the hot ones with ADD... much like hollister, but with less ADD from the interviewer (when you're in a circle, everywhere you look is someone you need to ask questions too... Genius! Good one Abercrombie management team,,,must have taken days to come up with that one!). Reminds me of the days of the Aerian nation. Scary. He was 6"something, short geled spikey hair, tanned, not to bright, would do pretty much whatever you'd tell him to... She was 5'8" thin, kinda catty looking, like she got woken up early and the world was going to pay...but her hair was still perfectly straightened anyways!

I dunno, I'm sorry to any people who work at the said companies who may be reading this... I'm just in need of a job. I just don't fit into the profiles of the people these companies want to hire. I'm more laid back fun guy, than preppy star of the football team dumb guy, or, well ok, applying at victoria secret was probably a lost cause anyways.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

Sat, 10 Jan 2004 10:16:33 GMT

Taking a week off of work, well not by choice, but still. I've had time to relax and think about things. The last two years have been a growing experience, and have helped me discover some of my potencial, inner feelings and strengths, aswell as some of my less controlable floors.

I dunno. I just spent half the night looking over old diary posts (on a different webpage). It's alot more extensive than this one, and predates my Xanga. And tracked down some of the people I was with in the past. And I'm not sure where my life is heading. I used to be so certain, atleast of my destiny, like where I was going to be. Now it all seems so cloudy. I feel like I've grown too quick, and I'm feeling the stretching, straining on my soul.

I want to do so many different things with my life. And I'm worried I'm going to be tied down to just one thing. I want to do it all. But I don't feel like I could do it back in the confines of my homeland. I feel like a small magnet, glued ontop of a huge magnet. And the huge one is being drawn towards a place where I don't want to be. That's the crappest analogy I can come up with, that makes any sense. Like I'm going to be forced towards a place where my very being doesn't want to be. I'm affraid I'm going ot be sent back to England. I spent my entire life trying to get as far away as possible from my home town and country. Yet things seem to be trying to push me back there. Like I'm not suppose to be here right now. Like I've come here before my proper time. Maybe coming out here now, was just suppose to be something to help me come out here permanently later.

This is really stuff that's not so much for you, my Xanga readers to really have to take in. More just for me to put down my thoughts about what I've had going through my head for the past few weeks and months. I can't write as quick as I can type. And I can't save this information anywhere other than online as this isn't my laptop.

I just keep having nightmares that I'm back in england, and everything is the same as it was when I left. And I'll have that horrible feeling of being stuck, and trapped there like I did before. And have it feel as though it's hopeless trying to get where Iwant to be, because I'm surrounded by people who've gone nowhere, and done nothing with their lives.

Being here now, I feel like I can do what I want to do with my life, and feel happy that I have a fair chance of accomplishing it. And being in uptown is a dream, it came to me earlier, looking around my new appartment. This is where I want to be, I'm in uptown, I can go around and see people that I know and that I want to see. I can feel happy about where I am, and who I know, and that I can make my life whatever I want it to be. And I'm just affraid that if I have to go back. I'll loose sight of that, and of my dreams, and that I'll be stuck there and have all this, all these events... become a more and more distant memory. And the way my memory has become. I know that I'd slowly forget more and more of it as the weeks and months past. Even now people remind me of stuff I've done. That I didn't even remember until they mentioned it to me. And I don't want my friends here to slowly forget about me, and stop caring about me, as they less and less ask themselves "Hey what ever happened to Joey?".

I wish I didn't have to deal with immigration, and that it was all taken care of, so I could just stay here, and make what I will with my life and destiny.

I need lots of money, and an immigration lawyer. If only I knew one :-/

Well. Just some of my deeper thoughts for you all. Mainly for my own mental health. I need to let these thoughts out somewhere. I have no-one that I can just sit down with and say all this crap to. They can't help me with it. So I don't think they'd want to just let me unload my mental lead out onto them, to help myself feel better.

Well take it easy Xanga peeps. Sorry to unleash some of my mind tangles onto you all. Take it easy,

Joey

Monday, January 05, 2004

Mon, 05 Jan 2004 08:24:57 GMT

Hey peeps. Well I've finally moved to my new apartment in uptown. It's a nice two bedroom with a sunroom/someones elses bedroom. There are two other guys living here. I think I already managed to piss one of my new roomies off though, within the first 2 hours of meeting him. Let me explain. After packing all my things into my room. I thought that I'd sit down and watch some stuff on tv. Hmmm nothing on tv. Oh what's this? A bright light came down from some misterious place in the ceiling, and landed directly on...The whole 3rd season of the simpsons on DVD. It was meant to be. I had put it into the ps2 and began to watch it, quicker than you can say, Geo Metro!

Click clank, the front door opened. My new roomie within the arch. Looking puzzled at his dvd's images on the tv screen. At this, I commented that I hoped he didn't mind my unhidden attempts at watching his digitally recorded entertainment. He retorted with a "no that's cool". We chatted about the simpsons, and it's genius. I said I thought that Futurama was awesome, and dexter's lab was something I loved intentely, up until they changed it to computer animation, and gave dexter's character a whole new voice. DAMN THEM! Things were going smooth. Right up until he went to go to bed. Kneeled down before the tv, and went though every dvd case he owned, before carry them all rather awkwardly into his bedroom. My jaw dropped, as I had realised the horrible mistake I had made by taking his dvd out of it's case and into the PS2. Damn you forever tempting episodes of the simpsons. No, the simpsons are awesome. I will never blame them or tv for anything. But I was stupid for watching his movie before asking. I broke a sacred bond and promise between roomies. Always hiding what you have done. You drink som eof their OJ, you top it up with water. You read some of their magazines. You replace them in exactly the same fashion and oriontation to the edge of the table as they were before. You make it exactly as if what you had done, had never happened. In retrospect. As soon as I had heard that door clicking, I should have flown towards the PS2...much like a lemur...putten the dvd back in it's case...back under the 5th dvd from the top...switched the tv to a documentry on dolphins, flown back onto the couch...just like in kungfu movies, and then pretended I was playing with my phone, as if the tv didn't even exist. Before the door had even open. Dammit. But retrospect is always 20 /20.

Also, I never realised that I had quite so much stuff in my old 2 bedroom apartment, until I condensed it all down into my small room in this new place. I have bags of clothes left that I can't even fit into my closet. God knows what I'm going to do with my ice cream maker. I'm trying to convince my roomies that we can use it to make frozen cocktails, so that they'll let me keep it in the kitchen somewhere.

But yes. After loosing the ability to update my xanga frequently, and chat online. I mainly just went to lake calhoun (which is in uptown minneapolis, which is now also the location of my new appartment, I love Uptown!) and rollerbladed around for hours, and hung out in a victorian style house which had been converted into a coffee house. Many days I'd work, and then head to the lake to rollerblade about the circumferance and then fall asleep in my huge pimp oldsmobile 88 5.0l engine, with 308hp, automatic transmission. And just sleep with my blades out of the window, and the sun on my face. Until, just up to the end of Autumn. When my car broke down, and then got towed.

Pretty much, I came off the exit from the highway, and my hood looked like it was spewing out smoke, coz the radiator had overheated, and was venting lots of steam, and my power steering had gone out. I pulled over to discover that the water pump had broken, and the radiator had developed a huge hole from the pressure. I parked it and waited for the traffic to die down so I could try and drive it home with no power steering and with a cold radiator, that didn't look like it was about to explode... Whilst I was walking around, I met a cool girl, and we got into chatting, much fun! I came back to find that the trafic had gotten worse. So I thought thst I'd get it off of the street away from the meter I was by and into a parking lot, so I could get it towed home. Unfortunately, some stupid muppet had decided to block me in, giving me 3 inches in front and behind my car. With no power steering, and a water pump broken which was stoppind my alternator spinning (the thing that charges the cars battery). I had to do the most strenous un-parrallel park, I have ever done. With the engine off (I needed the battery power to keep my car lights on after I got my car out of there, and to keep the engine turning over so I could drive it away), and with no power steering. I started to manual push, my car back and forwards, each time cranking the steering wheel all the way to the left or right. And eventually got my car out, after pulling a 29 part manuvere. My car weighs about 4 tonnes, the stunt took almost 30 minutes on my own to pull off. I then started my car, and drove it into a parking lot. Almost slamming my car into someone when I tried to turn a rather wide corner. With no power steering, I was pretty my crying at the stress of turning the wheel. I then parked my car in the first spot I saw, and breethed a sigh of relief, and told my car I'd be back for it...

Apparently I failed to see this big castle type building that I was parked in front of (I'm used to seeing big old buildings from back in the UK, so I guess I didn't register it). A huge mistake on my part. I left for home to sleep the night, and came back to discover that my car had been towed by a stone cutter type of underground society people, called "The Masons". Much like the people from that classic episode of the simpsons. Who told me I'd have to pay $225 just to get my car out of their lot. Figuring it'd be cheaper just to cut my losses (paying to get it out, and then towed home and then get it fixed). I payed them the money to keep my car. And then proceeded with a broken heart to clear out my stuff from the back seats. I even took the cigarette lighter as a memento. Though I decided to leave my Union jack stickers (the british flag) which I had placed either side of the rear license plate. Hugged my car one last time, and told it I was sorry. Before proceeding to my friends car with a bag of my stuff, and a pained expression. Felt like I'd paid someone to stab me in the chest, before stealing my wallet. And that's the summed up version of me having to say goodbye to my car. Bastards!!!

After that I started getting the bus to work. Which involves a half mile sprint up a steep hill by my appartment. Often just to see it fly by at the end of the street, with that familair whoosing noise. A noise which is then followed by the howling of my broken spirit. I hate running up snow covered hills to miss buses and be late for work.

After much thought...and many long lonely nights of watching Conan O'Brian, and Conan O'Brian the 3am 6 months previously recorded version (hehehe I love his arnold swazenneger impressions(yes I'm aware I can't spell his stupid name heh)). I decided, that I'd rather just move my life to the place where I'd pretty much been living all my spare time away, than just getting a car and commuting to it everyday.

So, I moved to Uptown Minneapolis, and away from horrible Saint Paul.

Now, when I had decided to move. I wanted to just move here and get a transfer from caribou coffee store, to almost identical, but very much, differently located, caribou coffee store. One that would be just a stones throw away, from my new appartment. I asked my supervisor "hey, what do I need to get a transfer?" He replied "wait until you definately have an appartment, where you want to move, and the ask the manager to be transfered to a specific store that's hiring and when you want to transfer." Easy as eating a pound of chocolate whilst jogging (oh I've done it before, I'd have done it with a ciggarette, but I don't smoke. I thought I'd try to be ironic one day, it's was a stupid idea to annoy this certain running person, it's a long story, much like the one you're been reading). Well Yes and no. I found the appartment, and I found another caribou coffee, near my new appartment, which was hiring and would accept a transfer. I told my manager when and where I wanted to transfer, Yay! But the jack ass never transfered me, he just took me off of the schedule, and asked me whether I had told them I was transfering over?!? It's corporate. That's his god damn job. He spent the whole month trying to convince me to stay at his store. And when it came to the crunch. He hadn't done jack all to get me into the store that I told him I needed to work at. Bastard!

So now I find myself in my new apartment, with no apparent income, car, or girlfriend (I threw the girlfriend thing in for good measure).

And in a rather large nutshell. That's a brief run over of some of the stuff I've been doing in the past few months. I have plenty more stories to tell. But at the risk of giving you all colour blindness and my getting carpel tunnel syndrome. I'll leave them until another entry.

Anyways, I hope that you all had an awesome christmas and new years. Message me if ya like, dunno if anyones got the attention to have read all of todays post. Happy new years everybody,

~Joey~

P.s Futurama rocks!

Thursday, December 25, 2003

Thu, 25 Dec 2003 22:48:52 GMT

Wow, due to alot of problems over the past few months, which I will catch everybody up on in a few following days. I've been unable to update my Xanga Page.... So Get ready for some fun updates.

Also, I'm impressed by the following this blogring now has. After I move to my new apartment. I should have some time to finish the communications page for everyone who wants to use it. Make it easier for everybody to find people in their same area in the ring, and chat to each other.

Everyone liking the blogring so far? Sorry I haven't been able to fix it up for some time soon.

But anyways. Gotta go. I'm having christmas at my ex's parents house.And it's pretty awkward! (all of my family is in England)

Laters Peeps,

~Joey~

Monday, July 28, 2003

Mon, 28 Jul 2003 20:08:31 GMT

So, just to catch everybody up... I was going out with this totally amazing girl for a brief time, and then she went and moved off to Brazil for one of those year exchange student programs... Sucky! :-/...

So crappy, ummm new roomie, still not on the lease... the one with the kid, yeah...

And my 'new' car (I used that loosely), still isn't in my name or insured yet... because I can't afford 6 months worth of insurance all at once...

Anyways, more recently... I was talking to this girl that I had met at a coffee house, and we went for a walk to the gas station (I was thirsty, but wanted some Sobe)... We went and chatted, when all of a sudden this strange guy, informs us of this dillmema he was having with his gf... apparently he had said that he woudl wire her some money, through weston Union, the onlyproblem was he said was "I told her that I'm in Vegas". My obvious reply was "And you're obvioulsy not in Vegas!". He ended up staying for quite a while and talking... I felt unable to leave... plus this guy was pretty interesting (he had apparently taken some coke, and was quite the ammusement). The the girl I was chatting too left... The guy on coke repeatedly appologised for ruining my evening... I wasn't too bothered... Then I asked what he did, and he informed me that he was in advertising,a nd had a huge appartment over looking the lake... His rent for one month was $4950!!! That f*cker! Well I continued to talk to him, and then he offered to take me down town and get drunk and see lots of strippers, and he'd pay for the cab and all that other good stuff.. Well, I tend to have a little bit of a problem hopping into the back of cabs with coked up strangers, so I kindly declined, at which point, he tried to offer me some money at least... He started taking out cash from an ATM... I'm talking a huge wad of cash, and he tried to offer me some $20's And Umm.. I just couldn't take it :-/... I feel very unsettled that I didn't take it... coz, yeah, I could really do with some money... but :-/... I couldn't do it... Now I would like to ask people, if I did the right thing... Or I was a complete dumbass and should have just taken the cash?

Next issue that arose, this girl who I'd been seeing around for a few days, comes up to me, and tells me that she told her "sort of boyfriend" that she wanted to kiss me and that she had 30 minutes to do it, or else it meant that she really didn't want to... I was very confused by this.. And told her, that I didn't try to make a move on her before, like flirting and stuff, because she has a bf. I left coz I felt awkward, he bf then comes to me, and basically puts down a statement to the general jist of, he needed her to kiss me, so that they could tell whether she still had feelings for him or not, and that their relationship, was basically teetering on me kissing her, and he then told me that she had stuck some gum in her mouth, and applied some lip balm. Me feeling very confused and edgey, eventually after some thought, I explain why I obviously felt weird about the whole sitution, and that I didn't want to step on anybodies toes... He said it was fine, we shook hands, it was very formal, and very bizzarre... I decided to venture back upstairs where his sort of kind of gf was sitting... (to put it better, they were on a break). I went up... decided that I couldn't do it, and then went back downstairs and basically tried to stay outta the way... She then came downstairs... We talked... Again, very awkward... We slipped out the back door, and like to kids kissing for the first time... I tried to give her my best kiss... I felt like I was being judged and marked for technique... It was an uneasy feeling. Pulled away, both in a very, "This is awkward" motion... Said a few words, she asked if we should go inside, or maybe try going at it again. An interesting choice of words... We 'went at it again'...

And then, once we stopped... she just pulled away, and headed back inside... I stayed downstairs, rethinking my moral values, and try to figure out whether I should feel guilty about what I had just done or not... my thoughts basically being like... well she sort of has a boy friend, but their on a break, but that means their still sorta together, but he gave me permission...? Like a pimp? I feel dirty! :-/

So yeah, they left... in a hurry, I wondered if she was now pissed at me... so I called her, and she actually sounded all happy and chippy, I asked why, and she said coz I'd kissed her... Which was actually a shock to me, coz it was so awkward, and she left in such a hurry. Now I have the issue, of what they hell I'm supposed to do about this situation.

So those are the things that have been going through my mind recently, along with the same old immigration stuff... Car, money, roomie, and the wierdest kiss I've ever endevoured in :-/

Feedback please...

Friday, June 20, 2003

Fri, 20 Jun 2003 17:04:22 GMT

So ignoring my pretty much looking imminent, and enebitable situation of having my case denied, and being told I'll have to go through removal proceedings, and have to leave the country (deportation). Yes! I worded that wrong... What meant to say was that I've had my case denied, and immigration told me pretty much that I'll have to leave... sometime... after a court day... in the near future... not sure when... they'll send me a letter :-/ Nice!

Anyways... So trying to ignore that and hope that I can stay, via getting my friends friend (whose an immigration lawyer) to represent me... My friend keeps telling me not to worry about it... and that they'll be a wasy that I can stay... but he also said... don't worry about it, they won't deny your case :-/ hmm... But yeah, I'm trying to stay happy and on top of things...

It's gotten pretty bad.. Old room mate moved out... and left me in the situation to find a new person... One of my friends needed a new place... so he moved in, with his kid... But problem was he was unemployed (he went to a job interview today, I hope he gets it)... So yeah, I didn't try to put him on the lease, coz I knew that his application would get denied... So he's been living in my place not on the lease... Just had to avoid the land lady etc. Then I had a fire inspection in my appartment... I though it'd just be the fire inspector guy... But no no no... he came with the land lady, and the person who actually owes the appartments... crap... There were kids toys everywhere, and a "spare" bedroom fully stocked with clothes...+ the always loved by appartment owners, beer bottles and shot glasses everywhere, "whooohoooo party apartment"... And this fire inspector guy was an asshole... He's suppose to inspect for fire hazards... First thing he does... "OH! *points* what happened to your carpet right there?" It was a little frayed at the edges, where it met the kitchen lilo... Bastard... Why? Land lady and apartment owner both give me a big frown...Anyways, I see him start to head to the back bedroom, which I don't know why he was even going back there... he was only suppose to check the common area... I distracted the land lady and owner, by telling them that they should take a look at my toilet... "Yeah, you might want to replace this..." I showed them inside the unit, where I had been using elastic bands to connect the handle to the lever inside... At this point the fire inspector guy asks rather loudly... "is anybody in this room?" No I said... as he bardged his way into my room... land lady and owner follow him in...the owner then remarks I need to work on my bachelor technique...A humourous slap on the wrist... I'm doing good... Depsite the beer bottles and shot glasses all over the appartment... And then the land lady and owner head back to the bathroom... My diversion was working great... Then the fire inspector goes into the other room... And then states very loudly "You have somebody else living here? I thought you lived alone?!?" Why fucker? Why? Why did this guy hate me...what did I do to you asshole?. The land lady and owner didn't hear him... Bastard, you deserve to be silenced... "You'd better come take a look at this" The land lady and owner both come down and look inside... I try to act blazai (wrong spelling)... "It's a guest bedroom, I use it for when friends come over"... Hmmm the draws were full of clothes... there were diapers on the bed... sheets all messed up... :-/... Hmmm... they started to head out of the appartment... past the stuff I had to take off of the balcony because is was supposibly to heavy for the balcony... A rocking chair... a weightless, weight bench, and apparently my patio furniture had to come inside too WTF? Though the excellent fire inspector never said jack all about my gas stove, and huge bottle of butane? Then just when I though I was home free.. the owner asks what one of the big kids toys was for... Ouch! Busted... "Oh, that's my friends, he has a kid and comes over sometimes"... She replied with "just ONE kid?" I said yes and nodded... she repeated the question...I repeated my answer...

Man... a really bad week.. they soo knew I had someone else living there... Eviction notice? I hope not...and worse... my excellent new room mates rent check bounced right out of my account... I'm on a day off, I just got paid... and I have probably about $35 to my name :-/ shitty...

It's sunny, I have a low budget... no insurrance on my car coz they told me it'd cost $860 for six month insurance, and I'd have to pay a lump sum!!! WHAT?

My car cost $335... I just wanted liability...

And when I went to get the title put into my name, they told me I needed the insurance first :'-(? Wow... bad Karma... Oh yeah, hehehe my new car which I accidently bought on e-bay...it sure is fun...but that's a story for next time, along with my roller blading spill at 25 mph... Right now... I gotta get out and into the sun... take it easy peeps...

MP3 of the day:- Allister(Artist)~Fraggle Rock(Song Tittle)

Short, fun, happy go lucky... hehehe

Off to lake calhoun I go , man I sure am lonely hehehe... I'm crying on the inside...

~Joey~

Friday, May 02, 2003

Fri, 02 May 2003 18:20:12 GMT

Hmmm, well, not alot been going on really...

Recently, I was at a Friday night party... This guy called Mikey that I know pretty much has a party every Friday, except like the 3rd friday of each month, or, something liek that... I usually find out which, when I show up at about 11pm, and all the lights are out... But yeah, went to his party... Was going pretty good, some new people there... It's never like a huge party or anything... Just like usually 15-25 people...so more like a gathering than a party... Anyways...I was there... And I was having some drinks... and I wandered out into the coridor, to get some air... And one of the appartment buildings other Tenants kindly informed me of some guy who wasn't looking too good, out on the front lawn, and that she didn't know if if was anything to do with our party... But That someone should do something about it... So, I go outside... And sure enough... there's some guy sprawled out on the grass... But the problem is, he was just like throwing up and crying ou tthat he'll never drink again...Oh no, this person didn't even look like he was alive... So get closer... His eyes, are open... But there's nobody home... I give him a few little kitten slaps... Nothing... I check his pulse... It didn't seem to be anything like I would call a pulse... More like that infrequent tapping, little kids do on a table, when ya trying to concentrate on work...and you feel like snapping their pencils, and throwing them out the window... The kids I mean... Not the pencils... Why waste a perfectly good broken pencil?

Anyways, so yeah...He's not even murmering for me to give him mercy for the merciless slapping... Maybe a little more force is required for a reaction...Well, that's what I thought anyways! *SLAP*

Yeah, when someone doesn't respond to that sorta slap... There's a problem!

Anyways... I don't even really know this kid...I mean, I've said hey when I've seen him...coz I only know him by association I guess. SO I go into the party to find one of his friends. And I tell them, "Hey, you're friends in a pretty bad state, and you might wanna call an ambulance". Coz ya know, I've been around alcohol alot, and I know when somebodies not in a good state. Their response was to tell me, that I didn't know what the fuck I was on about, and that they had seen him down half a litre of vodca before. I then in response, kindly told them that I didn't give a fuck, what they thought they'd seen him drink before. He needed an ambulance. They shrugged at me, and then continued to talk about different bongs they'd used before... "oh you should have seen this one that my friend has down in Texas..." blah!

So I head back outside... Yeah, he hadn't moved much since I left him... Well, much is being kind to the guy...He wasn't even twitching!

Then one of his girly friends came outside, and was like "ohhh". So then I figured we'd better sit him up onto the wall, maybe he'll come two... And maybe look more concious than laying on the grass... Coz That street has alot of cops going up and down it sometimes... So I kindly ask the girl to give me a hand sitting him up on the wall..... Now she said Ok... she even took a deep breathe as though she was going to help me... And then she took a drink of her drink, and gave me a puzzling look like...Wow, I wonder how he's going to get him all the way from here, over to that wall...All on his own :-/

So I dragged the poor guy...much like a dead body (hands under his arms, and across his chest)... His head just slumped back in a not very health class kinda way... I dragged him up onto the wall... the girl even came over and looked like she was going to atleast assist me in that part...... I was mistaken...she just wanted to put her bottle on the wall. Anyways...I sat him up on the wall...and he gunuinly (hard word) looked like he was alive...for a few seconds, and I took a step back, and marvelled at my work... Right before I saw him fall backwards onto the lawn behind him... "Hmmmmm" was my puzzled response... What to do?

So I just went back inside and told the Cheech and Chong fellas... (who were still talking about bongs)... That it wasn't my problem anymore! And that they could deal with the police, when they showed up at the front door... Now that struck some kind of nerve... Because, I'm pretty sure they each had a little more sticks on gum in little plastic bags in their pockets... And I don't think any of them were old enough to be drinking liquids that were flamable.

So they went out to drag him inside... THe all pulled him into the bath tub... A great place to spend many a friday night... And began their ritual of sobering somebody up... I looked in from time to time, to check this guys progress...and told them again they should take him to the hospital... They then informed me that he was on Crack, Cocaine, and alcohol at the time... Ummm...I winning combination?!?

So a few hours passes... The guy is well...Ummm, sort of concious I guess.. They ask me to look after him for a few minutes, whilst they conviene in the living room to talk abou tthe situation... So I'm sitting their... And thi guy is just mumbling in the bath tub like he's possessed. And speaking in 3 different voices... A demonic sounding one...one of a little school girl, and one that sounded just like that little creature Golem from lord of the rings (and yes, talking in a third person sorta of way aswell)... So I calmly asked him if he's like some water... I got three repsonses... All saying the same thing... WATER...*water*....water? WE DOESN'T...*want any*...Waaaater?

Hmmmmm... SO then I left him alone when his friends came back... Started chatting to some friendly Mexican girl...and left it at that...

Then just before I was about to leave the party... The guy wanders out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened... No worse from the experience...and remebering nothing... and only asking why it was soo late, and why he had a massive bump on his head :-/... I felt like giving the bastard another slap!

A long story... I guess...but that's what happened on last Friday night :-/

How was everybody elses weekend?

~Joey~