Useless Rants No One Should Ever Read

It's fucking April...

2005-04-05T23:05:26Z

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.."

I'm going to be in trouble for not sleeping again...

2004-11-30T10:18:21Z

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.

awesomness @ 2004-10-13T14:02:00

2004-10-13T21:02:26Z

If only it were true....

9	inches long!
Calculate yours

awesomness @ 2004-10-06T23:59:00

2004-10-07T06:59:55Z

My lj wedding by chynafox
username
age
city
you will marry	musicfest
flower girl	b_tone_banana
best man	glory1202
bridesmaid	nakedbread
you will have your last fling with	molli
registrar	mix_a_lot
secretly wants to marry you themself	enidbeck
date of the wedding	December 15, 2029
number of times you do it on your wedding night	51

Quiz created with MemeGen!

awesomness @ 2004-10-01T02:35:00

2004-10-01T06:37:26Z

FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS!
FOUR MORE YEARS!

ack

2004-09-29T04:52:15Z

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.

awesomness @ 2004-09-21T00:06:00

2004-09-21T04:06:36Z

Your Ultimate One Night Stand... by crispnite
LJ Username
Favorite animal
You invite over...
They bring...
You talk about...
You end up...	playing hide and go seek

Quiz created with MemeGen!

Informal Poll

2004-08-13T06:15:05Z

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?

I love rain outs...

2004-08-01T17:39:44Z

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.

An update...no freaking way

2004-07-24T19:59:58Z

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.

I am a horrible human being....

2004-06-08T21:32:26Z

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.

And so ends the job hunt....

2004-06-03T01:33:30Z

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?"

It's June

2004-06-01T05:02:34Z

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.

Home Life....

2004-05-12T06:17:31Z

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

I'm so much more awesome than I originally thought....

2004-04-16T05:56:33Z

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.....

Wow an update.....

2004-03-16T07:23:13Z

It's been quite the week, thanks to all those who made it awesome.

Spring break was quite the awesome time this year. I think I have truly grown as a person now that I have been armed with the knowledge of the following:

1. I have the best big sister ever, always providing me with much needed laughter, abuse, and an extremely comfortable, albeit loud futon.
2. I can chug two liters of water in three minutes and eight seconds (A full minute less than the duration of the song "Eye of the Tiger").
3. Frantisek Skladany can do more in a hockey game than skate extremely fast and fall down.
4. Cowboys are so good.
5. Far too many people have never been exposed to the Back to the Future Films.
6. BC is the Zombie Nation.....and sucks.
7. Don't fuck with Stephen Sondheim.
8. I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!
9. Miker and I are an unstoppable cranium team.
10. E'rbody in the club apparently has big tits.
11. Someone has actually written a song that includes the word "terrier."
12. An "R.L. Stine Pink Knuckler" is in no way a sexual term.
13. There exists a band named Heaven and Earth. Their singer/bass player currently resides in "Space."
14. There is only one way to settle disputes of love in Florida on Spring Break: Hovercraft.
15. You can contract China Glove from a slide whistle if it is not properly cleaned.
16. Becca can eat Mariko out of anything.
17. I want to live at the Langs' house.
18. I'm a Classical Kid.
19. Code Red will apparently kill me.
20. A thirty pack masked in a Pep Band shirt is completely inconspicuous.

As the stress settles in.....

2004-02-12T07:49:51Z

Fuck you Photonics............

Beanpot Magic and why you should never look away from Frank J. Busso Jr.

2004-02-03T05:24:03Z

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.

Ah the Collegiate Experience

2004-01-26T11:41:29Z

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.

Writing the greatest song in the world...

2004-01-20T21:42:16Z

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.

A revelation on the eternal resting place of my immortal soul...

2003-12-31T09:45:59Z

I am going to hell.

That's right. I have completely accepted the fact that I am destined to spend eternity burning my ass on fire and brimstone. This, however, is not the "revelation" mentioned in the above subject line as I had come to this conclusion over an extended period of time. This revelation occured during a recent match of WWF (it will always be the WWF to me regardless of what those environmentalists say) Smackdown on my brother's Playstation 2.

One must understand that this was not any ordinary match. This was a TLC (Tables, Ladders, and Chairs) match and, thanks to the "Create-a-Superstar" feature within the game, pit famous father against famous son. The father in this case was God; the son none other than Jesus Christ.

Now I was controlling Jesus (a philosophical and moral dilemma I can't begin to think about or my head will explode) and, as I hit the proper button sequence to make my virtual savior moonsault off a ladder and land on the Creator conveniently laid out on a press table, I realized that I was going to go to hell for the dumbest reasons.

While I will be rotting away eternity in the company of mass-murderers and the members of Motley Crüe, I will be doing so for such unimpressive reasons as fighting with a digital Jesus, enjoying more than my fair share of Blimpies subs, and laughing at Farrelly Brothers movies.

Conversely, the members of Motley Crüe will be rocking out in Dante's Inferno after drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol, snorting ridiculous amounts of cocaine (probably off several more than willing groupies), and defining an era of big hair and mediocre music that, for the most part, makes me want to slam my head in a car door.

If only I could combine these two paths to hell to at least make my journey there worth it. Unfortunately I don't have any groupies and even if I did, I highly doubt they'd want to play videogames with me in my basement.

"You know what Dasani means in English? You're a fucking moron!"

2003-12-21T08:13:05Z

Waking up at 3pm may not seem like an arduous task to anyone, but today it definitely was for me. Maybe it's because I'm hacking like a seventy-five year old man with emphysema, or maybe it was staying up until five-thirty to play with my iPod (I swear to god that's not a euphemism); I don't know. What I do know however, is that my brother's knees dropped onto my chest is a less than favorable, "Good Morning." Ah, isn't in great to be home.

I decided to absorb as much cable television as humanly possible in order to counteract those long months spent without it. One can only watch so much poorly received QVC and crystal clear PAX. I mean, Diagnosis Murder may be awesome, but I have yet to understand it's apparent inner beauty that warrants its airing at least twenty-five times a day. In my eyes, Dick Van Dyke was placed on this earth for two distinct purposes: To trip over ottomans and clean chimneys, preferably in a melodic fashion.

My kick ass adventures today led me to the Westbury Music Fair with Chris and Kevin where I was privileged enough to see Mitch Hedberg, Dave Attell, and Lewis Black. It was an awesome show and later topped off with the disgusting taquitos Chris has been asking to make since july. I was too drained to fight him anymore and conceded the microwave.

I couldn't have asked for a better night.

Reflections on my Birthday

2003-12-17T20:49:58Z

So the day finally came, and I can now legally buy cigarettes and pornography. Unfortunately, I have yet to purchase either.

I had an awesome time with everyone last night. From the waitress at the sunset cantina touching me inappropriately, to my twenty-four, candles on my kick ass cake, it was a pretty awesome night. Well most of it was.

Before my birthday festivities really got started, I was taken on an excursion of sorts; braving the T system with Nate, Miken, and Rachel armed only with a serious sense of self-doubt. None of them would tell me where in fact they were taking me, only that I would laugh because it's really embarassing for Rachel and that apparently I like to capitalize on that sort of thing.

So we hop on the train by west campus and head towards Government Center. We get off at Government Center only to change for the Blue Line. When we get on the blue train, I glance at the map posted above the door. I pray that we'll be getting off at the aquarium stop.

Needless to say my prayers go unheard and we get off...

AT THE AIRPORT

That's right. I was led blindly into the belly of Logan International Airport, on my birthday, for no reason whatsoever. Yeah, interesting stuff.

I suppose I'll remember this in ten years, so I suppose the excursion wasn't for naught. I somehow enjoyed myself on some subconscious level I'm sure.

(hopefully this will sound much better than my last uber-asshole post did)

I'm a Jackass..is anyone really that surprised?

2003-12-13T09:10:33Z

Ah my first live journal post. Frankly I can't believe I've finally submitted to creating one of these things. I suppose I really am a hypocrite.

I do have an excellent story to share however, well not so much a story as it is just me being really really really f'ing dumb.

So Josh from down the hall came over tonight with his bass just to throw around some song ideas and such. Being the intelligent gents that we are, we proceed to play, with our door open, at three in the morning. Needless to say this is ill advised during the "24-hour quiet hours" now enforced for the "study period."

So we're rocking out, or whatever the hell you want to call it, and there's a knock at our open door. It's the RA asking if she could close the door because she could hear us...from down the hall....while she was sleeping.

I suppose it was worth it just for the look on Josh's face when she walked in, but I think it's pretty safe to say we won't be playing again until next semester.

As some sort of peace offering, we packaged some of the FUNdraiser Krispey Kreme Doughnuts, attached a note to the box reading "Sorry for the noise," and left it in front of her door. I really hope she's not insulted...or diabetic...that would blow.