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I haven't updated this thing in five months. I've always been making little excuses. The list, lately:1) I'm in a weird relationship that occasionally messes with my head, and I have a habit of only running off at the mouth (or keyboard) when I'm mad at things, and fixing to say stuff I don't mean.2) I'm in a weird relationship that occasionally makes me gush uncontrollably, and I know how

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Despite this pseudo-winter brought about by global warming, I feel like this page is a fresh, virginal snowfall. I need to make footprints.Aside from the standard fare (IMs, Facebook comments, and half-assed finals), I haven't written in a long time. The passing of the holidays has left me with a number of creative outlets, renewed interest in those outlets, and absolutely no ability to just pick

Danny Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07070067146915309403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986661.post-21220266319278044652006-11-26T02:31:00.000-05:002006-11-26T02:32:00.974-05:00

Ladies and gentlemen, it's been too long. All my readers know what's been up lately, so I won't bother trying to catch up on the past three months unless it, you know, becomes relevant or something.I'm choosing to focus on the last three days, in terms of how they turned the entirety of the past year inside out.My entire outlook on romance over the past year is based on a fabrication.Not

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So, my grandma, last time I checked, is recovering nicely from the heart surgery. Now, since a hip-breaking fall was what landed her in the hospital in the first place, she just needs to have that taken care of before anything can officially be declared alright again.In other news, school started this week. Pleasantly, it turns out my friend Mandi (who I haven't really seen for a year, but ran

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The past couple of weeks have been super turbulent, and a huge mess. A brief summary, with key points bolded for easy reference:Finals Week this time was for some reason much more pressing than the last. I ended up having to take a week off work to finish three papers and two powerpoint presentations, do two take-home finals, and study for the two in-class finals. My hard work paid off and I

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(Avid readers, I promise a real post about my real life is coming soon.)Apparently, blog-hating is in vogue. After a long and uncomfortable calme d'inquietude (archaic French, don't bother looking it up, try to infer) with a certain former friend of mine, it's come to my attention that she's been talking about me by name in her MySpace blog. For easy reference, the "gay pothead" she's referring

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Today was hot. I worked, I napped, I went to school. That was about it. Right now I'm sitting on the porch, of course, not really doing anything. I'm deciding when this moth / june beetle is eventually going to end up in my hair. Oop, there it goes. Granted, five minutes passed between me typing the previous sentence and typing this one, but yeah. It was only a matter of time. DC Boy is already

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...Is the title of a country song that, surprisingly, I like.I worked today. I picked up a pizza. I helped my mom set up her iPod shuffle, because she's going into surgery on Monday and wants music to listen to.Come to think of it, I worked all day.And you know, I really don't have anything worth saying, other than the standard, "I only feel like a legitimate life form in the biological sense,

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I don't know why, but the Lamisil commercial music is stuck in my damn head. I don't have foot fungus, but I'd definitely check them out if I did. Maybe because I watch TV too ritualistically. I don't watch it often, but I catch ST:DS9 at the same time every day, so I see the exact same commercials. I'll tell you, I'd call AIG just to have them laugh at me, then demand videos of Bill eating that

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Eleanor's in the shop again.Whilst driving to Jin's to pick her up for school, it started making that "replace the damn serpentine belt, already" noise. The steering stiffened, the fans slowed. It was bad. I made it to her house, popped the hood, and found coolant everywhere. All over the entire engine compartment, leaking all over her driveway, the culmination of a solid line of fluid trailing

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Brief recap, for those paying attention to the fact that I didn't blog yesterday-Sunday was an exercise in sin and vice. Mostly gluttony. (Dave and I each ate an entire medium pizza, and talked smack about men.) Did get to see Bell, which was nice, though the apartment felt empty sans Courtney. I remember when she and Bell, then me, Brad, Nicole, and whoever else practically lived there, all were

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Today blew.Not really. Just the part before work. And then a little bit of the part after it, when I realized.. "Damn. Jinah is one of the only people in the world who knows my house phone number... I guess I have to wake up now." My nap was interrupted but I'm fairly sure that's better than sitting around the house with nothing to do.We went to the Avenue, which isn't exactly on my hot list of

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I feel like I've traveled back in time.$981 ago (or any time in the last nine months, depending on who's in the know), my beloved Eleanor had this little problem where she would overheat constantly, had a license plate light missing, and as a result, I couldn't run the AC or drive at night without fear of being pulled over. This time, fortunately, has passed.It's chilly and smells like fall

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So, let me preface today's entry with this: I haven't slept since yesterday.I spent all day and all night working on a paper, which I probably should have spend more time working on before then... but oh well. Bygones.My procrastination kept me from being able to attend any of the 4th of July fireworks in person, but from my smoky roost on my back porch, I definitely heard every firecracker in a

Danny Boyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07070067146915309403noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17986661.post-1151819974393441392006-07-02T00:29:00.000-05:002006-07-02T00:59:34.406-05:00

My router has kicked me off twice in ten minutes, probably setting a new record for how sucky Linksys routers are. Completely not working would necessitate replacement, but selectively not working (it's only my computer and my mom's) is just cheeky. Not fun cheeky, though. Just mean.I've been really blog-negligent these past few days, for which there is no great reason. i've been busy. I've been

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Was a lot of working. And then this happened.Thankfully, aside from some whiplash and upsetting Adam's back, nobody was seriously injured. Every car you see in the picture was involved.If you know Jinah, give her some love when you see her. That white one was her unnamed baby.I got an A on my psych midterm, and on my Comps. midterm. Taking into account how I've done perfect on everything else,

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Author's note: I mean what I say in the title. This is about as cogent and composed as I get. This entry here is me in print. For now.Tonight, I sat in the diner with the Apple crew for four hours. It felt good to be home.I was thinking to myself as I drove home how disastrously I've been neglecting my blog(s). I have good reasons, such as keeping up with school, writing this paper that was due

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I can see it happening now. All it takes is enough conversation with some intangible boy, and I start to care about him. Then, all he has to do is say one wrong thing, and I start to doubt him. He quickly corrects it, and I shove the doubts to the back of my mind and get back to caring. Combine that with distance and indifference amidst an otherwise desirable set of character traits, and there we

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I've been talking to a boy lately. At times I don't know what I think about him. I know for sure that if he lived in Baltimore, we'd have met already. But alas, he lives in DC.Could my autumnal "find someone" instinct be kicking in early? Perhaps, given all the thought I've been wasting on the subject. Wow, but anyway, we're supposed to somehow meet for lunch next week. Not this one, but the next

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I've done a lot more writing this weekend than I'm really used to, and it feels good. I'm half tempted to start drawing shit again tonight. I say half tempted because I have to wake up sometime before noon.Maybe I'll do my hair.I have to buy blank DVDs. I didn't spend all this money on a Superdrive for nothing.

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It's ridiculously pretty out. I think I was supposed to hang with Dave today or something. But I need to finish cleaning. Ugh.At least my iPod will keep me company through that.For no apparent reason, I feel a little bit like crap. Probably because I slept in funny positions last night.Hah, I only seem capable of one-sentence introspection right now.Power On Self Test. Makes sense.I need to dig

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For the sake of my dubious traces of a reputation, and in deference to my mental state last night, let us call the last line of the previous post "lost in translation."I was useless today. I slept in, masturbated, ate some cheese, took a nap, and only after that did I really start my day. I had sushi with friends, then stood around talking with Bec in the parking lot for what turned out to be two

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This pen is far more suitable.We went to the diner, drove home, and here I am. I came out to the porch to finish a drawing I started earlier, and so I did, mostly. By the end, the perspective on the wall/ceiling panels got screwed up. The occupant of the porch depicted would have to be on an untold number of drugs for that shit to make any visual sense.So, this is my last "free" weekend before

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Tonight, Jinah, Adam, and I decided to go to A.C. Moore rather than drive around aimlessly. I'd say it was a good choice. We got materials to make T-shirts, and a tea serving tray.We spray painted the hell out of everything we bought, stunk up my basement, then went out and frolicked in crazy, pouring rain. So now, I'm practicing kana, and having tea. A+J are inside watching TV.This pen is not

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9:12AM- Last night, I fell the fuck asleep, haha. I sat in bed (mistake), intent on writing something, and fell asleep, pen in hand. I woke up largely in the same position hours later. It is insanely beautiful out today. Sucks, because I must spend most of my day trapped away in an office. You know, it's funny. When I first started, I was elated to have a job that didn't require moving around in

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