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IanTheInvincible
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Name: Ian
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Birthday: 12/4/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm a pretty big fan of dancing, rock n roll and photography. movies, art, reading, human expression/emotion, dumpster diving, breaking things, throwing things, eating, kung-fu, The Blood Brothers, AGAINST ME!, David Bowie, The Clash, Elvis Costello and the Attractions, Tegan and Sara, Bear vs Shark, Kings of Leon, Billy Joel, the Misfits, CONVERGE, Minor Threat, Hot Snakes, Meatloaf, etc.
Expertise: I'm a good dancer. what more do you need in life?
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  IanTheInvincible
Member Since:
6/21/2005
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| so, i'm sitting in my room messing on the computer as usual. it's late. 330 am. i hear some chattering outside and this old dude walking down the side walk yells 'put some clothes on!' and he keeps chuckling. seconds later i realize he's yelling at me because the window is open and i'm in my undies. that was funny.
have you ever stayed up so late fighting sleep that you just get pissed at everything? i'm in that mood right now. sure, i'm laughing on the surface but i'm way pissed underneath. | | |
| it's time for my monthly xanga update. listen up y'all.
finished up with the summer session. it ended so good. i'm really happy about it. since then i've been a productive mofo. at least i feel like i have but i haven't really gotten that much done.
going to the warped tour wednesday to see my friends the bouncing souls. at this point i can't remember who else is even playing.
laura and i are just fine now. well, not just fine. we both have some homework to do, but we'll make it.
my neighbors are screaming outside. i don't know what it is, but these folks around her have gotten much crazier. there's always new people hanging around.
tim is moving to charleston because sam goody is closing it's doors. so i'm moving back home. yes, i know. but it's cheaper. i just need to clean my room out before i move back in. i left it in bad shape. | | |
| jon's home. that's a good thing. his welcome home party was a good time filled with jon's drunken debauchery and hilarious sentences. also, he took a pee in my floor.
i worked at subway. sundays are super busy. ole zach beech stopped by with his 17-year-old girlfriend. he was drinking while driving. how dumb is that? they parked by the back door and left their van running and the door open. so when i left, i got in the van and drove it half way around the building, got out of it and got into my car. i was laughing pretty hard.
laura's feeling better after going under the knife.
jon and i are submitted some photographs into the annual French Art Colony Fourth of July exhibit. come see our work.
it always seems like i have more to say, but i can never remember what it is. i've been having that problem lately. | | |
| jon's coming home tuesday. 6.6.06. it's funny. the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year. if there was a devil and he made one day of the millenium unholy, this is it. when tuesday comes, hold to your butts. it's been a huge trick all along. the devil is gonna come back, not jesus. wouldn't that beat all. it'd be funny to hear the "surprise!" from all the christians who already knew about that little rabbit in the hat. haha.
well, it's done. i house sat for my parents for just about two weeks. it was awesome getting out of the apartment. it's been hot and the apt has no A/C. but anyway, mum and lonnie had to come back early and i didn't even bother cleaning up my mess. long story short, she's pissed at me. oh well. i don't care really. she'll get over it. the dogs ripped up a magazine, i made a heep of spaghetti and left it in the pot in the fridge (mom's hate that), i left her dried towels in the dryer, etc. a few things she bitched at me about i had told her about before her coming home.
finals are coming up. i think they'll turn out very well. finals always seem easier than regular tests for some reason.
we now have neighbors. after 6 months of being neighbor-free, we have two women living next door. i hope they llike hearing a woman scream out in pleasure, because laura's coming to visit tomorrow. haha just joking. i'm the screamer.
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| well,
i worked the pet store. it was a good time. well, sorta. i made two little kids play rock-paper-scissors to see which one could help me get some fish their grandmother was buying. they had a good time.
that cheered me up. i needed it. i had to give a presentation today in psych with my group and i fucked up. i worked myself up before my turn to speak and i could barely make it through my part. no lie. mouth went dry. body went numb. i couldn't keep thoughts in my head. long pauses. i made the ultimate mistake by saying "sorry" during my part. i'm telling you, i was in bad bad shape. at one point, i thought about just saying "fuck it, i'm done." i thought about running out really quick too. but i made it through and got the point across. i get nervous, but not that nervous. i can't even think about it.
so i was on my way to see laura tonight when all of a sudden, a tree branch fell off an overhanging tree and slammed into my windshield, completely fucking it up. it's done. it was loud as hell and bits of glass are covering my interior. it was terrible.
what a fucked up day.
i'm grilling out right now though. so at least it won't end bad.
your pal,
Ian | | |
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