Tuesday, January 15, 2002 :::

alright, everybody...prepare to sob incessantly, and know that i'm bawling right along with you.

Jazzy Jen (JJ), my luscious laptop, is being sent to Hewlett Packard's Service Center tomorrow. I'm confident that she'll make it out okay...but...i really don't know how i'm going to get along without her...especially since the length of her coming absence is not yet known. what's worse: I won't be able to electronically communicate with you all for an indefinite amount of time. shitty, no? YES. Shitty inDEED. thus, this will likely be my last post for quite a while. i trust that Jen will be in your prayers...

you know when you try exceedingly hard to establish something of a relationship with someone, and it doesn't work...and then, not long afterwards, that significant other rouses your hopes for the future...although you're 99% sure that nothing will come of it-just like nothing came of it before...and you try to come up with something that can be done from your end of the spectrum to make things different this time around, but what it boils down to is that you've done all that you can do, and expelling further energy would make for the equivalent of a rerun of a bad soap opera? do you know this feeling...this predicament? i hope not.

no one ever answered my question as to what would happen if all the testosterone/estrogin was removed from a fully-developed person's system.

so i've made a solemn promise to myself that i will never intentionally skip a class again. it's...ridiculous to just cop out of a class to get a little sleep...especially when i actually enjoy the classes that i'm registered for. i may already be behind in Human Sexuality because of my being a lazy-ass bum these past few days. crap crap crap on that.

Film as a Narrative Art is still quite entertaining...although i made an ass out of myself today by getting to class 10 minutes late with a water bottle. Professor Smith immediately singled me out, had me sit in the front of the class, took my bottle away (sob), and asked if i remembered the assignment that he gave on the first day of class. I remembered a vague outline of it...but i was flustered, so i said that i didn't...and he had everyone that had been in class on the first day stand up, look at me, and tell me that they'd been there. it was all actually pretty funny...and i really wasn't too embarrassed...but i don't like having a lousy impression on Smith. so now, i must redeem myself.

Absent has 3 shows coming up...the first is January 25th at the FBI...ages 16 and up welcome. the second is INSANITYFEST 2, February 9th at the FBI-ALL AGES WELCOME...FREE SHOW! the third is...February 14th, i believe, and i'm not sure exactly where it is, but i'll post it when JJ comes back. I miss her already...

Meghan bet me $20 (that she doesn't have) that i won't begin exercising tomorrow, so NOW, i have motivation! that's right...it's time for me to pump it up. no more excuses. soon, they won't let me carry these guns to school (GOD, that's horrible. cheese to the extreme).

i think i'm insomniac-esque. it takes me forever to fall asleep. this really sucks. help?

how's this for an album title: "...because there's still a chance she'll call me tomorrow" -credit goes to Sir Andrew William Bagley for that one. i dig it.

January 29th @ the Common Grounds, Gainesville, FL: Further Seems Forever, with onelinedrawing. CAN'T WAIT for that show...
March 14th @ Hard Rock Live, Orlando, FL: 311 with Hoobastank. should be a damn good display of talent...

alright, that's a pretty meaty entry. i think i'm gonna call it a night...hope to connect with you all again in the not-too-distant future. and now, your moment of Zen:

"They misunderestimated me." -George W. Bush

::: posted by AJBrotz at 11:33 PM

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