Isaac’s World is Best

My roomie/best friend’s 21st birthday was today.  Having just decided to give up alcohol completely for the time being has made it abundantly clear that I hate stupid people.  After hitting Old C’s for some munchies and a beer for the birthday boy, we went to his friends place and they proceeded to play drinking games.  Thus they became idiotic and inebriated and I was the one who had to drive them.  I’m pretty sure if I had been drinking I would have tried to kill them just to see if the world would notice and care.

I also should point out that I’ve been reading the webcomic Something Positive that tells me violence is always the best solution.  This would have led to regrettable circumstances if I hadn’t been sober as a good priest.

Ah hell, whatever.  I have more willpower and brains than anyone I’ve met in a while.  Now I just have to work on my kung fu some more and I might be able to stand this party on Saturday.

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Dreams written on notes
Thrown into a raging fire
Ash covers the land

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I did something unexpected today.  With nobody else in the house I engaged in an activity that no one would think I’d even remotely consider doing.  That’s right, I watched a sports game.  I’ve recently decided that I will be a Red Sox fan and to go about creating my identity as a fan I have watched my first game of theirs since I saw them kick the yankee’s ass spectacularly in 2004.
    This is only a first tentative step in the process, but I am going to try to watch more games.  In true geek fashion I have added a schedule of their games to my google calendar.  Thanks to this I know that I will miss the next game due to work but I can catch the next after that on Saturday.  My experiment for that day will be to lounge and casually drink beer while enjoying my sporting event.

Oh and just so you know, the Sox totally pwned the Braves.  w007! w007!

PS.  Totally forgot to mention Sammy Sosa’s 600th homer that they showed from another game going on at the same time.

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I did something unexpected today.  With nobody else in the house I engaged in an activity that no one would think I’d even remotely consider doing.  That’s right, I watched a sports game.  I’ve recently decided that I will be a Red Sox fan and to go about creating my identity as a fan I have watched my first game of theirs since I saw them kick the yankee’s ass spectacularly in 2004.
    This is only a first tentative step in the process, but I am going to try to watch more games.  In true geek fashion I have added a schedule of their games to my google calendar.  Thanks to this I know that I will miss the next game due to work but I can catch the next after that on Saturday.  My experiment for that day will be to lounge and casually drink beer while enjoying my sporting event.

Oh and just so you know, the Sox totally pwned the Braves.  w007! w007!

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If wishes could be real, this song would be a good one to make.

First Kiss, by They Might Be Giants

The morning,
Alarm rings
I’m asleep but she’s talking to me
She’s walking round wearing all of my clothes
But we decided long ago
We’d build a time machine and go
How bout another first kiss, kiss, kiss, yeah
I want another first kiss
Other women were too sentimental
Always worrying about their hair
Got tired of wasting all my time
Now I’m not worrying at all
How bout another first kiss, kiss, kiss, yeah
I want another first kiss, kiss, kiss, yeah
I want another first kiss
The clock bends
Shes waiting
I could tell you we belong together
I could tell you you belong with me
But we’ve run out of things to say
And we’ll be happy anyway
So….
How bout another first kiss, kiss, kiss, yeah
I want another first kiss, kiss, kiss, yeah
I want another first kiss

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Different Path by me

The soldier’s foot came off
and started walking on beside him
up and down it tread
as if a body carried it on

the soldier could still stand
and moving his leg
 he found that he could walk
on nothing but a wish

as he began to make his way
the disembodied foot matched pace
heading on a parallel path
with a slightly divergent goal

climbing up a hillside
his arm disengaged and floated over
joining the foot in its separation
divided from its origin

the journey continued onwards
the pieces of the soldier peeling off
together clambering up and down hills
on a similar track with a differentiated goal

at last the head alone was left
and realization hit that this path,
this direction wasn’t his to take
Joining himself, the man turned left

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“The Green Fields Of France”-Dropkick Murphys

oh how do you do, young willy mcbride
do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun
i’ve been walking all day, and im nearly done
and i see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
well i hope you died quick
and i hope you died clean
oh willy mcbride, was is it slow and obscene

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Having just finished watching a sixth season of television in just a month, I was struck by a horrible feeling.  All these relationships and friendships I saw on that screen mean nothing.  I just wasted all that time sitting around not going out and meeting people.  What’s worse, I am not going to change because of this.  Life happens and change comes, but I am constant.

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