| It's fucking April... |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|07:02 pm] |
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| |  disappointed | ] |
It was still light out when I left work today and it made me incredibly depressed. I'm coming to the end of another year at BU and don't feel like I've accomplished anything, at least academically speaking, which is supposedly why I'm here in the first place.
I just want to have a semester here where I don't leave on the last day thinking "I'll get it next time.." |
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| I'm going to be in trouble for not sleeping again... |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|05:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
I didnt go to sleep until 8am last night and then proceeded to sleep through a meeting with my COM 201 professor. Awesome. I didn't intend to fall asleep...it just happened and I woke up 5 minutes before my only class of the day at 2.
Tonight I'm having the same problem. After trying to sleep for over 2 hours I gave up around 4, cracked open a cherry coke, and played a game of NHL2k5 (The Avalanche are so ridiculously stacked in that game).
So I guess I'll try to do work now or something. I have class at 930 so hopefully I can make it till then and then just completely pass out around 11 when I have the chance. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2004|02:02 pm] |
If only it were true....
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[Oct. 1st, 2004|02:35 am] |
FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS! |
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| ack |
[Sep. 29th, 2004|12:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ben Folds - Uncle Walter | ] |
So I think I've physically lost my ability to write coherently. It's gone, absolutely gone, and I can't decide why. Maybe my brain wants me to do poorly in school. I have no idea. |
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| Informal Poll |
[Aug. 13th, 2004|02:12 am] |
So I just got off the phone with Mariko and decided I needed to open this topic up for discussion:
Who would think I would be a lot cooler if I had a Kangaroo, and taught said kangaroo to box? |
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| I love rain outs... |
[Aug. 1st, 2004|01:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  content | ] |
I was glad to see the pouring rain this morning as it meant I would not have to go into work (sometimes it's nice to be employed by a business that is dependent upon decent weather).
I think I've calmed down a little from the last post I made which, in retrospect, came off as really whiny and stupid and for that I apologize. I thank all those who gave me pep talks, you're the best.
I saw Harold and Kumar go to White Castle last night and I will say only one thing:
Seeing Neil Patrick Harris snort a line of cocaine off a naked stripper's ass was worth the price of admission alone.
On a completely separate note, because I have been extremely lazy and want to see how nuts I can drive my mother, I havent shaven in like two weeks. I can't begin to express to you how gross and homeless I look, but my grandmother came up to me the other day and goes "you look very attractive like that...like Andy Roddick." I guess I'll take the compliment. Unfortunately, I just don't think she realizes I have athletic abilities that would mirror more those of Andy Rooney. |
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| An update...no freaking way |
[Jul. 24th, 2004|03:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  discontent | ] |
As we're nearing the final week in July I'm beginning to feel something I didn't think would be possible at this point:
I don't really want to go back to Boston.
Don't get me wrong, I love it there. The people are incredible and the city itself is amazing, I'm just dreading having the responsibility again.
I don't want to have to worry about doing well in class so I'm not further in debt from student loans; I don't want to have to worry about my family that for some ungodly reason I seem to hold together. Most importantly though, I just don't want to let anyone down, although I'm starting to feel like I'm just setting myself up for something I really can't handle.
I know this is probably just my mind getting the best of me and that I really should just stop complaining about it and do something, but I just can't seem to shake it lately.
I apologize for the bitchy post and I'll try to post something a little more light hearted in the next few days. |
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| I am a horrible human being.... |
[Jun. 8th, 2004|05:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
I was supposed to work 12-9 today but my boss let me go early for the third day in a row. This does suck as I will not be making as much money as I should, but I'm not going to complain seeing as I am the laziest bastard on the face of this earth.
Today I was stationed at the convoy kiddie ride, which I've decided will be my personal hell after I die, and I discovered something about myself that was a little disturbing:
I have much less patience for ugly children than I do for "normal" children.
I know it's a horrible thing to say but it's sadly true. Most of the kids that I had to strap into this ride were insanely annoying and spoiled, but the one that pissed me off the most was a little girl who had a head like a Olmec statue and looked like she had an allergic reaction to shell fish.
I don't think she did anything neccessarily more annoying than the other kids, so I just boiled it down to the fact that she was painful to look at.
I'm an asshole...I think that seals it. |
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| And so ends the job hunt.... |
[Jun. 2nd, 2004|09:20 pm] |
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| |  quixotic | ] |
Due to the severe lack of response from the places I applied to work, I put out a few more applications today. As I dropped off one of them I ended up being hired on the spot. So what will I be doing for the next three months of my life?
Operating rides at Adventureland, Long Island's premier crappy amusement park.
http://www.adventureland.us
I start tomorrow at 9:30am probably operating some lame kiddy ride equipped with screaming children soiling themselves while circling a ten foot volcano in dinosaur cars. ROCK.
I suppose it will be an interesting experience. Upon asking the woman working at the ticket booth where to drop off my application, for example, she replied, "Do you know where the bumper cars are?" |
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| It's June |
[Jun. 1st, 2004|12:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Insomniac on TV "Rio Dave Janero" | ] |
So according to the clock it is officially June 1st here on the east coast. I'm hoping this new month will offer me something other than the intense boredom and mild muscle atrophy that seemed to be associated with the end of May.
With the job situation still in limbo, I've done very little with my summer. I was forced to edit all of the music for my moms dance recital on my computer; several hours of my life I wish I could have spent doing anything else other than altering classic disco hits for the recital's 70's theme. If I heard Shake Your Groove Thing one more time I probably would have lost it, purchased some period clothing, and developed a cocaine habit in my basement that would henceforth be known as Studio 54.
My dad and I have started a new tradition in the Bartlett household. Every Sunday night after his show, we watch this Japanese soap opera on one of the cable access stations. I have no idea what the name of it is, but it follows a group of characters involved in one way or another with a boxing gym. The acting is second only to the subtitled translations in terms of shear awesomness.
On a completely unrelated note if someone would like to buy me this t-shirt they'd be my hero forever...
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=2312&item=4192841036&rd=1&ssPageName=WDVW
That is all for now. |
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| Home Life.... |
[May. 12th, 2004|02:17 am] |
Awesome....I've been home less than 24 hours and my father has already given up talking to me for an indefinite amount of time.
Note to Self: Put some effort towards bettering your future
Fuck |
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| I'm so much more awesome than I originally thought.... |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|01:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | tenacious d - sasquatch | ] |
Becky brought something to my attention today that all of you should know........
My full name is Sean Richard James Bartlett
Why am I dedicating a post to this? Perhaps it is because Becky pointed out that my two middle names are in fact....
RICK JAMES
I'm Sean Rick James BITCH
That is all..... |
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| Beanpot Magic and why you should never look away from Frank J. Busso Jr. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2004|12:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  embarrassed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ryan playing FFX | ] |
Tonight was my first Beanpot experience. We kicked Northeastern's ass 5-2, but the real story was the dork with the set of tenor drums and gang colored band shirt sitting in the upper tier of the fleet center.
Having never played tenors before, I was a bit nervous about screwing up and making the rest of my section sound like absolute crap. So when it came time for the drum break in our rocking rendition of Offspring's "Pretty Fly for a White Guy," I was intently focusing on the five drums strapped to me and little else.
I was thinking about the part in my head, and when the time came, played through the two measure break. When I finished the break however, I noticed something odd. The rest of the band had stopped playing, as in I had totally blown through a cut off, and played an ill advised tenor solo in front of thousands of people....
Yeah......hotness in a box. |
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| Ah the Collegiate Experience |
[Jan. 26th, 2004|06:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nothing because its almost 7am | ] |
Why do I have to stay up all night to write a two page paper. Honestly, can somebody let me know why I lack the mental capacity to knock these off in two hours like I used to? If you could that would be awesome. I'm not sure if it's because I'm starting to care more or less about my work here and just choose to distract myself (i.e. this f'ing journal entry).
I pretty much established to myself today that being an English major would be quite the bogus journey (no offense to any English majors, it's just not for me). So maybe this time next year I'll be a commie like everyone else, who knows.
The one English class I'm taking that counts towards my major is by far my least favorite class of the semester. It's Laughter in Literature (sounds cool enough right?) but it's by far the most humorless class of my week. Maybe it's just my teacher but he has confirmed my worst fears about the English department. Let me put it to you this way: I would rather shove a splintery wooden spoon up my ass then go to this class on tuesday and thursday and, contrary to popular belief, I don't think I would like the sensation of a splintery wooden spoon going up my ass very much. (I apologize for the profanity but I'm running on E on my sleep gauge).
For example, on the first and second days of class, we watched Nick Park's "The Wrong Trousers" (truly claymation comedy at its best) and tried to determine why it was funny. The ensuing discussion on the second day began innocently enough (dog's can't read hahaha) but later turned into an needlessly complex analysis about gender roles and bestial idenity crises that probably killed a piece of my very soul. Apparently my professor never got the memo about how explaining the punchline to a joke makes it severely less funny.
I'm hoping that focusing on a class that interests me will be easier. Unfortunately, all of my classes this semester never cease to drive me back to my 8-bit utopian dream known as Blades of Steel.
I'm fucked. |
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| Writing the greatest song in the world... |
[Jan. 20th, 2004|04:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  refreshed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Bowie - Rebel Rebel | ] |
Today was the first time I have ever made any major headway in writing a song I'm even remotely happy with. I'm pretty sure it's because of something I realized last night:
I will never write the greatest song ever. It will simply never happen but, because of this newfound understanding, I can now settle into my fated vein of mediocrity with little distress.
Thankfully I'm no longer concerning myself with writing a song that will one day be compared to Stairway or A Day in the Life. At this point I'd settle for comparison's to anything (The exceptions being Brian Adams, Milli Vanilli, Don Johnson, and Metallica after 1992), as there will be actually something I've completed to receive it.
We'll see how long this mentality lasts. I give it a week before I scrap my "recording" folder on my desktop again. |
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