life: November 2005 archives
Just Friends
[ rakaur on Fri Nov 25 at 05:01 PM // category: life, movies ]
Seriously the story of my life.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.25 @ 05:01 PM
Fare Thee Stairwell
[ rakaur on Thu Nov 24 at 01:17 AM // category: life ]
So, everyone that knows me will tell you there’s absolutely nothing I like better than to take apart my stairs. I mean, damn if it doesn’t just get me revved up all to shit. So naturally I just look for any excuse whatsoever to partake in this awesome activity. Luckily for me, an opportunity presented itself yesterday, when my mother decided to come home with a new bed for me.
I’ve been sleeping on a water bed for some time now, more than five years but less than ten years. They’re nice for a while, but eventually start to take their toll on your back. My back’s been pretty messed up for a while now. So we got some extra money, and my mom decides to buy me a lovely queen size pillow-top matress with box springs and a frame and such. Natrually, my mother doesn’t see the need to take any measurements to ensure that the items will, in fact, physically fit into my room.
They wouldn’t.
And what luck! As I mentioned before there’s nothing I adore more than taking apart my stairs. So when this situation presented itself I thought to myself, I thought “self, this is the perfect excuse to take apart your stairs!” And so I began delightfully banging them apart with a hammer. Ah, the pleasure, the pure joy. After I had completely removed the entirety of the bottom portion of my stairwell I decided that might do it. I’d had my fun, after all. So I took some measurements again to ensure the recently purchased bed would now fit into my room.
It wouldn’t.
“Well, slap me silly” I thought to myself, “I guess this really is my day!” And so I began taking apart the landing between the two pieces of my stairwell. I took apart all of the boards, the hammer ringing with resplendence all the while. “Surely this is all the fun I dare have in one day” I thought to myself. So I once again began to take measurements to ensure the matress and box springs would fit into my room.
They wouldn’t.
“This is better than a sex marathon!” I thought to myself. “Not only do I get to disassemble my stairs, and my landing, but I’m going to have to take the entire frame for them apart!” And so I began removing 2x4s and nails and framing, my hammer singing along with pure ecstasy. After completing this euphoric task, I once again took measurements.
Finally, my fun had come to and end.
I began the relatively monotonous task of transporting the new items down to my room and assembling them. I finally knew my day of fun had ended once the final board to my stairwell had been nailed back into its rightful home, no less than three hours later.
Three hours of nothing less than pure, inundating fun.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.24 @ 01:17 AM
Mischief
[ rakaur on Fri Nov 18 at 07:18 AM // category: life ]
A rare stroke of good luck for you, Eric. Good for you.
Yeah, not so much. Loki’s sick. He’s pissing, or rather, dripping blood from his penis, everywhere around the house. There’s blood stains on pretty much everything. We don’t know if it’s a UTI or kidney failure or what.
We don’t have any money to help him. My mom’s out of work and I make $300/mo. It’d cost that just for tests. We’re probably going to have to get him put down.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.18 @ 07:18 AM
The Mom's Meow
[ rakaur on Thu Nov 17 at 12:46 PM // category: life ]
So my mother decided it’d be prudent to get rid of my cat. She sent me an email (yeah, wtf?) about how I never do anything to take care of any of the animals, so she got rid of all of “mine” and now demands I take care of hers.
I told her because she got rid of my animals there’s no way in hell that I’m taking care of her’s. I told her to get rid of all of them if she can’t deal with that. I’ll be damned if I’m going to lift a finger to take care of her shit-all-over-the-fucking-place dogs when she can’t even tolerate my cat playing at night. At least my cats shit in a fucking box that’s smaller than the kitchen.
She’s done this pretty much all my life. Get animals, wait two years, pick the ones I actually like, and get rid of them. There’s no reasoning. Two days later she says she was stupid and shouldn’t have done it. I guess not fucking up my life for a year or so is too much to hold back.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.17 @ 12:46 PM
Help Computer
[ rakaur on Wed Nov 16 at 08:59 PM // category: eastgate, life, technology, work ]
Sorry about the downtime, but my modem/cable lines/something pooped out on me.
I started noticing sub dialup speeds last Friday or so. Didn’t get a call to Charter until Sunday, and they didn’t get a tech out until today. My downstream SNR was really, really low and kept jumping about. He fiddled with lines for a while (actually replacing every line in my house with new coax) and gave me a new modem. It’s about the size of my iPod. I’m far too lazy to update the desk pictures just because it’s different now, but whatever. I don’t know what fixed it, but it’s fixed now.
In the time off from the Internet I had, I came up with a really cool writing project. It’s huge (like, a lifetime long thing) and I doubt I have the energy or talent to pull off. It’d be pretty cool though. If anything actually happens I’ll post more about it in the future.
I’m pretty pissed off about work right now. My new manager promised to promote me, which isn’t happening. So he promised to train me in booth (projection booth/film work), but instead Caleb got trained. Now this weekend (Harry Potter) I’m stuck closing concession the first night, being there for 11 hours Saturday, and pretty much all day Sunday as well. What’s Caleb get to do? USH Booth. That roughly translates to “nothing.” He gets to start movies, and wander around occasionally cleaning. Such fucking bullshit it’s not even fucking funny. He has like ten more hours than me, and he gets to do fucking nothing.
I just about gave my two weeks notice when I saw the schedule.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.16 @ 08:59 PM
Just New Toys
[ rakaur on Wed Nov 09 at 07:32 PM // category: hardware, life, technology ]
Okay.
So apparently that whole Freya bit and 292451 comments to the previous post was a big, hilarious misunderstanding.
Freya was apparently tanka’s exgirlfriend. She thought I was him. Someone want to tell me the odds of some girl stumbling upon my site that mistakes me for her exboyfriend whom I actually know?
Anyway, I deleted it all. I have no idea who “Hank” is. His IP address resolves to a local Charter account though, so there’s actually been like three different stories going on here. It’s pretty funny, if you ask me.
Pretty damn funny.
In other news I updated my Toys section with new pictures and new specs on my new desktop/desk. Check out the sexiness.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.09 @ 07:32 PM
Just a Toy
[ rakaur on Mon Nov 07 at 11:26 PM // category: life, relationships ]
She was the one. It was no fairy tale; it was no love at first sight; nevertheless, she was the one, and they both knew it.
He met her in school, in a single class. He’d never talked to her before, but he’d heard of her. She never knew he existed. He was broken and alone; she was in a crumbling relationship. They fit together, they worked. It was fate.
They started by doing class work together, in a group. Eventually, the group started to dwindle until it was just them. He knew he was becoming attached. She denied it, repressed it; she was in a relationship.
When the semester ended and a new one began, they found themselves in another class together. They often worked with each other, and started talking outside of school. He knew he was becoming too attached. He knew it wouldn’t end well. She repressed it, denied it; she was in a relationship.
They started talking via telephone. They had long, involved, personal conversations. She started confiding in him about her cracked relationship. He was there for her; he was a friend for her. He knew he loved her. She denied it, repressed it; she was in a relationship.
They started meeting in person outside of class and telephone. They went to restaurants together. They went to the theatre together. They went on aventures together. They did everything except love together. Their friendship had nothing but deleterious effects on her relationship.
Her battered relationship took a turn for the worse. He was there for her. He held her while she cried. He loved her. She realized she loved him, needed him, and it scared her. Instead of coping, she hurt herself, and she hurt him. She blocked him out, severed all contact. She wouldn’t answer the phone, wouldn’t respond to any attempts at communication. She just ripped herself from him, like a bandage from a festering wound.
She fixed her relationship with the one she loves. She’s happy now. She ignores any thoughts of him, as though he never existed, as though they never shared anything, as though it never happened.
He found someone else to love. He’s happy now. He only thinks of her when he happens upon her or a memory of her by chance. He tries to forget what she did to him. He tries to forget, but he can’t. Every time he sees her, he knows. He knows she’s the one, and he knows they’ll never be together.
She was the one. It was no fairy tale; it was no love at first sight; nevertheless, she was the one, and they both know it.
-- rakaur // 2005.11.07 @ 11:26 PM
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