Thursday August 17th 2006, 6:48 am
Filed under: Blog,
I just finished writing an entry… and I got sidetracked with Myspace… which crashed my browser. I don’t feel like trying to recreate it, so I’ll just make a list of random things, followed by a Beatles video in which Ringo loves the Cowbell.
1. Must move out of Glassboro. You may have thought I did… but I just left for milk and never returned.
2. Going to Spamalot on Friday
3. Mrozinski.Org Red Stripe NFL preview coming soon.
So my 25th bithday has come and passed. How did I spend it you may ask? I was at work when midnight struck. I didn’t tell anyone it was my birthday because, I don’t feel like making a big deal out of it. Every birthday has been more depressing than the last since I turned 18. With the exception of my 21st due to the alcohol intake. That was a highlight.
I worked till about 3. Came home, went to bed at about 8am. Woke up at around 4 when my sister called for the second time. I answered the phone and laid there taking in the messages of good will with the phone resting on my ear. Those are the only calls I took the whole day. I got everyone’s messages, but I wasn’t in the talking mood. I would much rather quietly reflecct on the fact that its my birthday than to listen to people tell me to have a happy birthday. I appreciate the fact that you remembered. So I woke up and went to work at 7. Worked till 2. And it was over.
So what has happened the last year? Not much. I havn’t done much more than work for the past 9 months. I paid off my credit cards and then racked up some more debt on them. I moved to Brigantine which has increased my happiness 23% and my expected happiness 80%. I managed to hang out with Tim approximatly 1 time when he came to visit. I don’t think I’ve seen Dan Meyler in a year or so. I havn’t seen Matt or Mike since last August and have talked to each of them once since then. I havn’t really talked to or hang out with anyone from Rowan at all this past year and havn’t even talked to Lou since I moved my bed out. I don’t talk to Sam anymore. That pretty much sums up my social life in my 24th year.
I’ve drank 4 times since I started working. 1: Homecoming 2: Night in AC with Beav, Lyons, and Hamilton, 3: Night at Mainstreet with Beav and Watters. 4: I assume I drank one more time, though I can’t remember when.
I was going to go to Rowan Reunion at Bar-a… but I just looked it up and its actually in 8 hours. Too short notice for me to get motivated to go considering I havn’t slept yet.
So it seems like a rather boring year. Days go quickly when you work.
I was rather depressed about my Birthday. But someone told me I look young the other day, and that changed my outlook. I feel the worst I’ve felt ever which kinda sounds really bad, but when you think of it… it probably should be that way. I set some goals for myself, and was going to write them down… but havn’t. Its not the type of thing that will motivate me to get them done… and I’ll only be depressed if I find this list 5 years from now and realise that I havn’t gotten anything done.
The one goal that is official is that i want to drop weight down to my highschool weight… and then maybe drop another 20. I figure its completely doable in the next year.
I started off my 26th year well doing something that I can’t talk about on here. It’s nothing you’re thinking. I just can’t let the cat out of the bag. (and it was at that moment Matt realized what an absurd expression “cat out of the bag” is. Its meant to express that you can’t ruin the suprise… but no matter what the suprise is… its not worth keeping a cat in a bag. Its morally reprehensible to keep a cat in a bag. Its so fucking cruel. If you have a bag, be it burlap, paper, or plastic… and you are keeping a cat captive inside this bag… and you have the ability to free the cat… how could you keep the cat in the bag. Even if you are dog person, you have to have sympathy for the living thing. Unless we’re talking about a lion or tiger or something… but if you are… don’t be an idiot… call it what it is… a fucking tiger.)
So right now, I’m relaxing drinking a Cornona and listening to Hendrix and just thinking how insane of the Hendrix Experience were.
People say that in Jazz, you have to listen to the notes that aren’t played. Maybe it would be better if they played those notes… because Jimmy plays the notes that aren’t played and he plays notes in between those, and it sounds sick.
Random Facts:
I’ve taken like 10 pictures since my last birthday
I’ve been having a reoccuring dream about someone from my past.
After a solid 24 years strongly against myself getting a tattoo… I want to get one.
I really want to smoke a cigar and just decided that I am going to buy cigars and smoke them… and get hammered at my party this sunday.
People that tell you that you shouldn’t get a dog because it’s alot of responsibility, really shouldn’t have a dog themselves.
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