well technically yesterday was my birthday, not that anyone cares, but it was. im 25, woot! but anyhow, i watched this movie for the bajillionth time and looked up the quote the title was taken from. here for you all is a choice excerpt:

"How happy is the blamelss vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd...."

Later-z

does it bother anyone else that the meaningless "blogs" of high-schoolers are eating up this site? they whine about tests & boys & other crap that's just a total waste of space. i dunno, if i have nothing interesting or provoking to say, I DON'T SAY IT! can't you idiots text message or email each other? im tired of logging on & your retarded "blogs" are all the posts!! everything you kids write about is so trite! how about taking an interest in the world around you?
and on another note, wasn't i just talking about jaded youth as the downfall of society? lol
and yes, "happywhatever" and "rachiesuxx" im talking about you. just so there's no misunderstandings.

no but i'd really like to know

today is the 3 year anniversary of elliott smith's death... and that wickedly sucks.

although my b-day (& my bro's b-day) just passed last week, i think for the past few years october has been a shitty month for some of us... i know tim (2stripe) would definitely agree. i don't want to bring up personal issues of others' that aren't my own, but i hope some of you that i know well offline understand what i'm talking about.

like i said before, i don't want to make anyone drudge up anything that don't want to talk about, i guess i'm writing this because i couldn't remember elliott smith's life today without remembering others that passed around the same time, too.

tim gave me his burned copy of xo, & i've been listening to independence day & waltz #2 for days. they're the most amazing songs. i have a 6-cd changer so i've been switching between his self-titled album (NOT called "kill rock stars" tim you fomo, that was just the label he was w/, lol), figure 8 (my personal fave), from a basement on the hill, & xo. i still need to get either/or, roman candle, & some b-sides. truthfully though, everything he created was seriously awesome.

anyhow, i keep nodding off, its late. -z

i'm not sure that anyone really cares, but anna nicole smith's 20 y.o. son passed away a couple days ago.

my dad and i used to watch the anna nicole smith show as much as we watched the howard stern show (yep, you heard right... my dad and i dig howard stern). anna nicole acted loaded all the time, and whether it was booze or prescription drugs i've got no clue, but shit if it wasn't entertaining! she was hugely fat and slurring through the show like no one's business and it was FUCKIN AWESOME!!!! as sad as it was that anna nicole was retarded during this time in her life, and one would often wonder how screwed up her son Daniel was going to be, but it was entertaining none the less.

now anna nicole lost a lot of weight through trimspa and etc., she got knocked up by this photojournalist and gave birth to the baby girl sometime last week... i believe in the bahamas. so, they were celebrating the birth, and three days later her son Daniel (who's 20!) passed away suddenly. i heard two stories: he died of a massive hear\t attack in the doctor's office in the same hospital his little sister was just born, or he was found dead in his bed.

either way, i found this incredibly depressing. i feel sooo bad for anna nicole, even though she's a little wacky and probably would win a mother-of-the-year award. very bizarre, just thought i'd drop a line about it and see if anyone else knows about what happened. they haven't officially released the cause of death yet. -z

celebutantes... why? why are there celebutantes? what the fuck has paris hilton done for this country? or for entertainment? not a damn thing, man. and that pisses me off. she's relatively pretty and rich, so everyone wants to take a picture of her, but why the fuck is she famous? those two reasons are why she's famous? i mean, isn't something wrong with that? it's fucking craziness.

now she's coming out with an album, and everyone's up in arms wondering if it'll be worse than kevin federline's new album. there's another complete fucking tool, kevin federline. he's also famous for absolutely nothing, except he's famous for even less since he wasn't rich until he hooked his claws into britney spears. nor is he even remotely good looking. he's total circus trash. he's from california yet he speaks with a southern drawl (which is 100% fake, i'm sure he talks like that because the south is a huge influence on hip-hop and rap right now, in other words it'sa cool to be southern. and i'm sorry if anyone from the south is reading this right now, but southern accents piss me off too. hehe, i'll definitely be hearing about that later).

has anyone heard k-fed's first "single" off his upcoming album? it's called "popozao" and if you haven't heard it or seen the video of this fuckhead groovin' to his own song, you totally have to google it. it's too ridiculous not to. apparently the story goes that the song leaked onto the internet, then the radio, and DJs and listeners alike slammed it. hard. eventually k-fed releases a statement that the song was really a joke, and he punk'd everyone. he was gonna release that as a joke so that when he actually released his real songs (in which he's rapping... yes, rapping) we would all be blown away. uh yeah... okay. if you didn't already think this guy was a talentless mooching retard, well, there you have it.

whatever happened to the rule that you become famous for having a talent of some sort? you know, you  entertain people by way of your musical talent, acting abilities, or... ugh... sports. i just don't understand what happened here. is it strictly an american epidemic? can you truly buy fame nowadays? all you have to do is get onto a reality show, where you just doing what you do everyday, and the next thing you know you're signing a book deal? that's insane...!

i dunno, i could just be ranting and being an asshole, not that i care much about that, but i just don't feel as if this is right. i mean, am i alone on this?

anyways, it's almost 4 am and i have work at 11:30 this morning. it's only 'til 2 pm, so thats straight, i guess. i've been late to work so many times already that, even though the staff is cool, i'm sure that i haven't won too many friends. the other day i was coming in, trying to make conversation with the one person there that's my age. i was merely attempting small talk with this guy, i'm not attracted to him or anything, just talking. i park in the pub parking lot, at least the "top" parking lot thats atop a hill, kind of above the pub lot. i park in the far corner and the original reason is because of my asthma, i sometimes have to lug around my nebulizer if my breathing's real bad, but anyhow i had seen this guy walking from next door, whereas employee parking is the opposite way, a block away. so i asked him where he parked, and he said something like "Not where you park, I'd get suspended. You're not supposed to park there, you know, you'll get in trouble." so i just replied "i don't think i'll get suspended, dude." he says "why, because your dad owns the place? that's not fair." and like ever since then, and this was like a week ago, i've been pissed off about it. i dunno, no, it's not fair, but life isn't fair and i've worked for a family owned restaurant before in manchester, and the kids got away with muder, but that's just how it is. and i accepted that because i understood it. i'm still mad about it. i guess it's just the fact that he said something like that. whatever.

man i wrote a fucking novel.  -zoe

 

unfortunately for me i stayed up all night and never studied for a major algebra exam that will happen in about 1 hour. i'll most likely crunch and cross my fingers. ugh. math sucks.

anyhow, i kind of dislike the concept of blogs. yeah i know, so why are you on a blog site-thingy? first of all, because twostripe told me to. true story. secondly, i get bored pretty easily so this is just another way to distract myself.

 i don't think that anyone's too interested in what i have to say about s**t, or about what's going on in my dopey little life. when i read some folk's blogs they are so wicked dramatic. although written well, the melodrama in some of these blogs are too much for me to take seriously. i dunno, when i'm about to whine about my life, i remember the people who actually have it hard... and they can't afford computers to complain about it. i wish folks would keep that in mind when writing about their last "hardship".

 hehe- remember folks: there's a thin line between "good" writing and melodramatic writing because of "good" vocabulary. omg i'm gonna get so many s**tty comments. oh well.

so after buying and watching the dvd of the aviator (the special edition w/ all the extras) i finally went out & got a biography on howard hughes. so to anyone who hasn't seen the aviator yet ( like you, tim) go rent it or PPV it. hughes' life is extremely interesting and his contributions to aviation and electronics are amazing. he was incredibly ahead of his time, yet the end of his life was spent tormented by OCD and addiction. btw, the special addition dvd, if you rent or buy it, has a cool modern marvels history channel thing on hughes which was good, as well as over a dozen other programs.

peace out mah niggaz

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

classes are over for the week & i'm already sooo bored. so bored that i'm writing in this blog. who the hell cares about what i have to say, or what's going on in my life?

well, i'm gonna do it anyways... 'cos i'm bored... yeah...yep.

even if nothing's really going on for me this weekend, it seems it is for (i hate calling people by their user-names) my nigga twostripe. i don't know the chick that's coming up... i think her name's natanis...?--but i hope everything goes well. oh yeah, and if you guys actually read this: i know you guys're stoked, & hopefully i'll be around to say hi & whatnot.

anyhow though, the reason i signed up for this damn bloggy-thingy was HIS idea anyhow. dick. though everytime i'm online he's ignoring me. nice way to ignore me, tim!!! hehe--asswheel!!

eh, i dunno what else to say...

wassup tim, joeD, tim ross & andrew!?