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Yeah, it's 4:10 am and I'm updating for the first time in forever. Livejournal is evil. ::hugs:: Coffee... Nini... Peter... Sasha. Life couldn't be better. 04:10 a.m., Saturday, January 3, 2004 Did someone get the number on that truck?! :sniffle: blah, where did this come from? :/sniffle: As you can guess, I've obatained a cold from somewhere... where? I don't know, but if I knew I would avoid it. I guess I should feel lucky that I haven't contracted some really gross STD, but a cold is still pretty annoying. Wouldn't it be funny if a cold was an STD. It would be the grossest disease ever. I wonder who came up with the idea of the cold. Let's make someone miserable by making him look like he hasn't had any sleep, and make funky colored fluids drain from his nose... requiring blowing it until it's raw... how attractive. 06:35 a.m., Monday, September 23, 2002 Hi, it's been a while. I'm off to the good old UofO. University of Orgies... I wish... It seems that everyone is getting play except me. I can't even find anyone decent to date. Everyone is taken or slutty, a slight variation on the all too common bitch of women. Tonight I went to UofO boy coffee. I thought, like usual, that I liked everyone ... and no one really thought much of me. I have a feeling that my paranoia is fairly valid after a blind date disaster two weeks ago. Basically I went to get coffee, and when I returned, my date and friends had to go take an immobile dad to a Toyota Dealership by 10... movie start time: 10... current time as of ditching... 9:45. I didn't even receive an apology, or excuse later. Just ended there and then ... no further contact. People suck. Hopefully people in Eugene don't suck as much. Tonight's special savior is Ryan. He finds a way to keep everyone in the loop. :claps: In the rap world, they would give "props," so I give Ryan "props". This evening ended on a slightly romantic note... a romance between a man and his machine [no, Eveline not his vibrator ... you sicko]. My car has been returned after a weekend on the lamb. Actually my brother stole it and took it to Salem for a horse show, but it's back now in one piece. I took it for a drive in the moonlight. The sunroof open, windows down, soft music on. It was nice, but it struck me that I leave so soon. I'll miss everything about Portland. I already miss my friends. I'll miss being able to take my car out when I need to escape. It's funny how some material possession can help you forget. BUT ANYWAY, back to the story... Rounding a bend in the middle of no where, I ran into a QFC. They had plantains a plenty, and directions back downtown. So my romantic evening aside, I fried some plantains which I'm eating now. I know it sounds so trivial, but little things help avoid depression. I think I'm ready for school. Just need to separate with my car first. 01:30 a.m., Monday, September 23, 2002 € £ ÖÄÅ öäå ;} 09:49 a.m., Friday, July 19, 2002 Hey hey, I'm sitting in the Stockholm airport using a funky keyboard. I'm coming home tonight... yay. Woo for the lounge and the first free internet time all trip! I can't wait to see everyone... eventhough we weren't gone as long as we expected. I still have until 1:30 this time... probably like 4 there. :hug: Jim 09:45 a.m., Friday, July 19, 2002 Well, I was in Echo's film today. She was the camera girl... Did anyone know that there was no script? All improv... no more filming! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 12:30 a.m., Tuesday, June 25, 2002 Not too young... young to go party! Last night wasn't the most magical or terrifying night in my life; however, it was fairly interesting. Parties, Pink Martini, Middle Aged Professionals... it was fairly interesting, and all at Conor's amazing birthday party. Told about some dinner happening on Saturday, I recieve a call on Saturday morning confirming dinner at 6:30 at Montage. 5:30 Realize must get card. Find card of stripper dancing in front of band. Caption reads, "I had this great idea to get you a stripper for your birthday, but mom was taken." Added, "Here's to realistic mothers/ Happy Birthday,/ Jim Lachman." It would either be recieved as funny, or terribly stupid. 6:00 Get to neighborhood of Montage... way too early... drive around scary industrial section. 6:16 Spot Conor, Kelsey, and Jocelyn. 6:18 spotted, almost run them over while pulling into perfect parking spot. 6:19 Card given to Conor, recieved good laugh and thank you... success. 6:20 other friends arrive, introductions. Hi, hi, hi, oh I know you from Outdoor school! Hi, hi, hi. Seated. Drinks ordered, waiting upon the 2 professionals. 6:40 Power goes out, no one notices, except me. The professionals arrive, I don't know what time... no power. The restaurant is still light because of candles and lights, they sit, talk about the smoke (the fans are off). The dentist is fine, he's nice, respectful, gracious; his boyfriend however, is not. He monopolized the conversation, bragged about his advertising career, and was just terribly obnoxious. When we decided that our food was not coming, he suggested and almost forced RedRobin upon us. He used to work there. That's ok, RR is ok. Well, the birthday moved to Red Robin, we got our food, they sang for conor, and Jen downed a whole "Mile High Mud Pie." They kept making fun of me because I'm young... :'( Yay, we leave, do a car shuffle, and go to Pink Martini at the Taste of Beaver... ton. The convention wasn't fun but PINK MARTINI ROCKED MY WORLD! I LOVE PINK MARTINI! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! China is sooo beautiful, and such a great singer! Thomas is so cute! And the Basist looks like Ira from Cybil! Dance Dance! Yay! No moldy oldy professionals either... just us young whippersnappers! We go to Jen's house to watch Hedgwig (sp?) People drink, but not too much. I didn't. Might sometime. It was fun. I got to drive Conor there and back, so we talked about the party and stuff. The movie was great. One of the cats attacked me in the middle of it (I have scratches). By now, it's 2:30 give Conor ride home, hugs... drive home. Sleep! DREAM! I'm at a cast party, tell the parents keeping their kids under their thumbs to fuck off! I go to drinking party accross street, don't drink... then I walk home. Later Ben has my car, so I take mom's... I'm not supposed to drive mom's car; however I have to get Eveline in Hillsboro. Of course when I'm driving the wrong car, everyone else is really terrible on the road. I narrowly avoid 2 accidents... one where a car is literally thrown at me, the other it passes me on the right and makes a left turn on two wheels in front of me while I'm driving on Cornell... Weird. Ooops... sirens. A cop is after me, make that two. I pull over and one cop leaves me to the other. My dad shows up. He is VERY DISSAPPOINTED by my actions. To my knowledge I have done nothing wrong, but the cop is about to throw the book at me. For heaven's sake, what is going on? I wake up. 01:49 p.m., Sunday, June 23, 2002 MMM Birthday Parties and Girlfriends. Well, my older brother's girlfriend is in town. She's really sweet, and quiet, and scared of our dog. She's also terribly cute! But my brother is as romantic as a retarded porcupine. On her first day here, he took her to Shari's for dinner, and bought her bud-roses from fred meyer, and left them in the bag with the sticker on. I'm trying to get her out, but because she's Andy's girlfriend, he has a monopoly on her. It's Conor's birthday today! Yay Happy birthday Conor. He invited me to his party at the Montage tonight, but hasn't called with a time. I tried to call him... no return. I log on and he logs off this morning (probably to go to work). I'm just terribly paranoid. 11:16 a.m., Saturday, June 22, 2002 So last night, I'm asleep enjoying a really good dream... but really good dreams go bad, and it turned into a terrible terrible nightmare. Well, yesterday I was upset with my brother. He totally pisses me off... so the dream you're about to read about changed my view of him for say... 2 minutes: It took me forever to fall asleep, because my brother kept coming into my room and singing and flashing the lights... so I was pissed at him. Finally when I fell asleep, I started dreaming of this trip to Canada I'm planning. I'm alone in the Four Seasons Vancouver, probably because no one else wanted to come (eventhough the hotel we stay in will not compare with the four seasons... it's just the only hotel IN Vancouver that I've been to.) Anywho, I return home to find that Ben has planned a copy cat trip, and everyone is going up with him on the train! I'm totally jealous! So I'm at home downstairs in the kitchen the night they left, hearing about a train accident on the radio, as a cop comes up to the house. I don't know why a cop? Why not a railroad official? Well, Ben is dead... which is ironic because I wish him dead earlier in the dream. Everyone starts breaking down crying. My dad, mom, and me in tears! Oh it was so awful, and it went on for FIVE DAYS of living with a dead twin... evil subconscious! Well, finally I wake up and decide... I will never hate my brother again. Then later he gets up and starts trumpeting! I think I will go back on my decision. I just won't loathe him! 12:51 p.m., Monday, June 17, 2002 Right now I'm planning an end-of-summer trip to Vancouver with friends. The rooms are like 190 canadian, like 120 american. It wouldn't be much for 4 or 5 people to split... plus the great stores and parks... and cheap stuff:) It would be fun! I'm really excited to be going. If anyone wants to come, contact me... If I get enough interest we might double it! The more the merrier! ::hugs:: I had a good time yesterday, driving around with Jess and Aimee, getting coffee, talking to Jessie and Alexander. Woo woo! Just to have everything not fun tonight. I have decided that my family lives to antagonize me... whether it is Ben's constant physical annoyance and bragging about his artwork, or Dad's constant frustration with me, Andy's drinking problem and incredibly demanding personality... or Mom's SHRILL scream: JiiiiiiiMMMMMMIiiiiiiiiii HAVve YOu CleANED yYOur ROom yet?! HElp ME Polish the SilVer! Get up! DO This! The pride parade was today; I could care less, but it would've been better to go there, then spend my morning having breakfast with the Geritol Set at Denny's. We can't go to the Oswego Lake Country Club anymore, because Grandma can't go down the stairs... so, we went to breakfast at Denny's... whoa? What happened, aging grandparents, senior specials?! Shoot me if I ever end up like that. I just hope I don't end up driving a Grand Marquis and talking about when I was young, how coffee cost 3.15! Needless to say, today wasn't the most pleasent day. Maybe tomorrow will be better? ::Thinks:: Must Do Laundry ::/thinks:: 12:17 a.m., Monday, June 17, 2002 I hate my computer! ::cries:: I had this long funny conversation with Matt about sex and heat and summer. He asked me why I didn't need sex... He asked if I was impotent! Well it's hot. I washed my car. Fun. 02:51 p.m., Thursday, June 13, 2002 , I am VICTORIOUS! David has Slain Goliath! What is the wookie song? Oh well... Ding dong the wasp is dead. Which old wasp? The Scary WASP! Oh... shit... there are more. DAMN SUMMER. 01:30 p.m., Tuesday, June 11, 2002 Lollypops and acedominaphen... Heyhey! Apparently my live journal is: 
Congratulations! Your Live Journal is NOT annoying! You I took the LJ rating test by Atomic Blue and Cracker Face!
Yeah, I don't know how that happened... I can't find anything witty or impressive to say... just bitch bitch bitch! OH NO! THE WASP! gottas ejrett! 01:17 p.m., Tuesday, June 11, 2002 ::whew:: the flying elephant almost got me! Woo. I'm tired, and I feel like everyone is ignoring me. Have I done a lot of bad things or something? I did go out with Siera today, but everyone else is busy. I guess I shouldn't expect too much from just being back for a day... but something feels wrong Damn, there is a wasp in the room. He's cleaning himself on the light above my head. Now it sounds like he's electrocuting himself... Nope... SHIT!! 07:05 p.m., Monday, June 10, 2002 |