| stole from Stace |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|10:21 pm] |
| [ | Where you should be |
| | A-Ville | ] |
| [ | Don't fuck with me, cuz I'm |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | What you should be listening to |
| | Between The Buried & Me - All Bodies | ] |
YOU
1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. An interesting fact about you:
7. Are you in love/do you have a crush at the moment?:
8. Favorite place to spend time:
9. Favorite lyric:
10. The best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends:
4. Put up a picture of you!
5. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you. |
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| here goes |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
Well, it's been quite a while now. Where do I begin?
Mom's birthday came and went, as did my sister. Work was pretty gay, but what's new? Then mission week at Calvary...
Brief explanation: Calvary mission week is a 7-day volunteering event; we go around the island and brooklyn and we do volunteer projects for those in need.
Monday - Homeless Walk in NYC. We packed 18 duffel bags full of clothing and non-perishable food and handed them out to the homeless in the city. You can't imagine the dirty looks we were getting because we had 5 people carrying 18 duffel bags on a train to the city. Anyway, we get there and the first homeless man we meet is right outside of Madison Square Garden. We give him a bag and another one for someone he was going to give it to. He tells us to stick around to talk for a while. Here's the basic summary of what he told us: he died twice and went to the third heaven (ironically you can find "third heaven" in the Bible); he now has the ability to read our minds; with this ability, he tells all the girls in the group that their mothers' are jealous of them; he proceeds to tell Nat he looks like a mix between Eddie Murphy and Brad Pitt; if you find that funny, then him telling me I look like a mix between Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney must be hysterical. It's gotta be the goatee.
Tuesday & Friday - Freeport Humane Society. The animal shelter. Incredible place...should have a minimum of 12 people working...they have 3. They were all stressed out and appreciated any help we could give. Nat painted, the girls did some cleaning, laundry, feeding and walking of the animals, the boys did some cleaning, painting w/ Nat, and walked animals, and I volunteered to deal with their trash in the back. Might not sound bad, but consider this: they were behind on payments and their garbage hadn't been picked up in 2 weeks. Now think about it...what do you think animal shelter garbage consists of? After 2 weeks of cleaning up after 50 cats and 20 dogs, you can pretty much guess how many bags of trash were there. We estimated somewhere between 175-200 bags after I stopped counting. Needless to say, the stench was damn near unbearable and I left smelling like that both days.
Wednesday - Local Homes of the Elderly. This was eye-opening, to say the least. The people we helped were total opposites all around. First stop was awesome. Mr. Willemann (spelling?) is the coolest elderly man on the face of Earth. Stace, if you're reading this, I assure you he's got Phil the Thrill beat...sorry, he really does. Anyway, we did some quick cleaning and painting touch-ups there. Next was a manic-depressed woman whose husband died 2 months ago. The stuff she had us doing was really just a way of keeping us there to talk and keep her company. She was a bit mean, but that was definitely the depression talking. Next was literally a 2 minute stop. It was a woman with OCD, and she wanted us to move an old dresser to the curb to be picked up for trash. Nice woman, obviously very neat and specific. Next stop was Mrs. Potthoff. We cleaned her windows, I fixed her vacuum, and we talked for a while. I got a call from my mom at this point telling me she's in the emergency room because she got real sick. More on that later. Last stop was a woman with a hoarding illness. For those unfamiliar with the term, this means she's a pack-rat in the worst way. We stepped into her apartment and there were literally 2 connected paths you could walk through to get around all of her things. Mostly clothes, but it's incredible how this woman gets around at her age. There wasn't much there to do, so she was another one that found things for us so we could stay and talk. After this, we headed back to the church, got directions to the hospital, and picked up my mom. She had a severe migraine, and the EMT that took her to the ER was "afraid she was having a heart attack." Believe me...that is the LAST thing I need to be worrying about nowadays.
Thursday - Bergen House, Brooklyn. A homeless shelter for the mentally challenged/unstable. We painted radiators. That was pretty much it. Oh yea...and Danny Bitsimis....has....a cool....mexistache.
Saturday - Calvary Day. We stayed at the church and worked on repainting a couple of areas, and then briefly did some yard work outside. Once again, nothing much exciting on this day.
Every day except Wednesday, we had pizza, and it wasn't intentional; in fact, we didn't even realize that until yesterday. Every night after the work, Erika (Nat's wife) cooked for us. Even though some of the days we had leftovers, it was amazing. We watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm not much into the Harry Potter series, but they've got some cool special effects in them. Then we watched Date Movie. Most parts were hilarious. A couple parts we still can't figure out. We had a softball game earlier today. We sucked, but my defense was incredible today. I don't know what made the difference, but practically everything hit to me I handled well. This doesn't happen often, forgive me for gloating. Megan Carnahan was here for the mission week, too. She leaves tomorrow for home (Albany?). I'll miss her, because quite honestly, she's the most mature and level-headed youth group member. She thinks and acts like a responsible adult, and I value that (and I'm sure Nat does as well).
That's about it really. Literally took me an hour to think of everything and put it into writing here. Wow.
Comment and stuff, it's been a while. |
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| hmmm |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|09:39 pm] |
| [ | Where you should be |
| | hell! | ] |
| [ | Don't fuck with me, cuz I'm |
| |  sore | ] |
| [ | What you should be listening to |
| | Killswitch Engage - Rose of Sharyn | ] |
Jimmy made me a good offer. One that would make me a lot happier. One that would help make someone else's life happier/easier (most likely). Unfortunately I haven't had the chance to tell him how strongly I was thinking about it. He brought it up so suddenly, and I didn't really think about it right away, but then I ran it through my mind a few times when I got home. And I won't get into much detail, but Jimmy might have the sweet hook-ups.
Work blows. There's really only 2 good things coming out of this, since I'm not really learning much. A) high pay. B) losing weight. I've shed around 18 or 19 lbs since I started working. If I lose 10 more, I'll be happier, 20 I'll be thrilled, and if I go that far, I'll have to decide on 10 more or not. And money...well that's self-explanitory, money is crucial, and money is rolling in nicely.
My mom's 50th birthday just passed. My sister has grand plans of some kind of trip to the city and dinner and stuff. Then my mom found out Chicago is playing Jones Beach July 28th. She "suggested" she would like to go, as a birthday gift. So I'm kind of caught between a rock and a hard place right now on that. If both happen, that's a good 200 bucks out the door. I'd be much more relaxed if one was crossed off the list.
Also thinking of investing in one lotto ticket each week. Juuuust in case. We'll see. Maybe one every other week. Anyway, time to ice my ankle.
John Basedow is my anti-drug. |
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| steps forward |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|11:28 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | basedow, construction, dad, death, faith, father, hockey, job, luhi, luke perry, nelson, newfield | ] |
| [ | Where you should be |
| | here, ya putz. | ] |
| [ | Don't fuck with me, cuz I'm |
| |  blank | ] |
| [ | What you should be listening to |
| | The Scorpions - No One Like You | ] |
I am trying now to right some wrongs, or some "assumed" wrongs, by reconnecting with a few people of the past. Talked to Tess for the first time in ages. It was a true relief. I missed talkin to her. I've got a few more on the list to contact. Hopefully that rumor about me and luhi people didn't spread very far. I'll find out soon enough.
I feel so bad for Jimmy. I know how he feels, yet at the same time, I really don't. God's got a strange way of testing our faith, I swear to you. Maybe I'm being selfish by sayin this, but neither of us deserved such ill fates for our dads. Jimmy especially. Never have I seen a man so devoted to God break down in a 24 hour span as fast as he did. At least I had time to prepare. Everyone give an extra prayer for Jimmy and his family.
I'm quickly regretting taking my job. I keep telling myself it's worth the money. It's about borderline now. I would like a raise, but it's way too soon to ask for that. Here I am bitchin about $10/hr off the books, but you have no idea what the working conditions are like.
I have Friday-Sunday off. Please lemme know if ya wanna hang out at all. I can't be cooped up in my house on days off. Friday I might play hockey in the morning. Then full-contact chess. Still unsure about the hockey, but the intense chess is a must......*pause*.
Praise the 4 gospel men, Matthew (Nelson), Marc (Newfield), Luke (Perry), and John (Basedow). These men are heroes in their own artforms. You better believe it. |
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| Undesired |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|07:07 pm] |
| [ | Where you should be |
| | home, beer in hand | ] |
| [ | Don't fuck with me, cuz I'm |
| |  rejected | ] |
| [ | What you should be listening to |
| | Between The Buried & Me - Cemetery Gates (Pantera cover) | ] |
A bunch of us went on Wednesday to a coffee house for my 21st (which was fun, don't get me wrong). A girl waved to me and seemed to show "interest". When we were leaving, I approached her and we exchanged numbers. I waited until earlier today for her to call, and she didn't. I called her instead, figuring 3 days is plenty. The MAN on the other line answered from a law office.
She gave me a phony number.
Until I made that call, I was actually feeling much better about myself. Just what I needed. Something to bring me down again.
I don't know anymore... |
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