in which things are said
May 30, 2007, 5:09 pm

Post a comment and I'll...

1. Tell you why I "friended" you.

2. Associate you with something - a song, a colour, a photo, etc.

3. Tell you something I like about you.

4. Tell you a memory I have of you.

5. Associate you with a character.

6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.

7. Tell you my favourite user picture of yours.

8. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

fine then.
May 24, 2007, 7:04 am

fine grant. i see how you are. i see how it is. it's gotta be me that posts. well fine then. consider this war then.

so i've watched the season finale twice now. and it's brilliant. everyone knows. now i'll talk about it.

yeah, if you cut on lost, then you lose. straight up. but if you watch and think charlie's gonna live, then you're crazy. charlie's dead, folks. and you know what? i watched it again, mikhael is dead too. dude was straight up holding that grenade when it went off.

here's something nobody has really been talking about. sawyer is a badass. oh man. FINALLY. everyone trying to give sawyer pathos, and trying to make him appeal to girls, but you know what? that's a motherfucker that shoots people. dude, he surrendered. well i didn't believe him. YES!! finally. how many times did these guys have to keep giving them shit before we started taking them out one by one. i mean seriously. hurley ran that dude down. YES! Jack beat the ever loving shit out of ben. YES! locke can't kill jack? oh come on, dude, you just knifed a girl, and you can't pull a trigger on a dude about to make a fatal error? come on.

hey here's something i wanna know. who the hell died? who was in the casket? why is he not a friend? why doesn't kate care? is this real future? or is it maybe future?

hey, people thinking christian's alive, clearly you need to read between the lines. or at least look at people's reactions to him when he says call my father upstairs. that doctor looked at him like he was a crazy person. christian's not alive, and it's easy to see that jack has been filling out the prescription himself, using his father's name, which is why he didn't want the prescription lady calling anyone.

hey i bet juliette's not very pleased right now. tom was actually alright. wasn't he? well it's clear that ben has lost all control of anything. when it seemed once that he had complete control of everything. i'm very interested to see where next season goes.

so charlie's end was pretty good. total acceptance of duty and death. the way we all should hope to go. death is easy, duty is hard. but charlie took it like a pro. in fact, he's probably the first person on the island to die with dignity... altho he wasn't even on the island was he...

you know who i'm gonna miss? mikhael. that guy was a badass. i liked him. and he seemed to be a genuinely good guy, just all confused about who was good and who was bad. like so many of the dharma/hostile folks.

ok, maybe i'll have more later, but that's all i got for now.

come on grant!
May 24, 2007, 6:05 am

where are you buddy? i need my lost post fix. DONT LET ME DOWN!!!

in which my hand aches
May 19, 2007, 4:45 pm

so i played guitar hero today. i don't mean i did other things, and played guitar hero for a little. ... no. i played guitar hero from 1:00 to 11:30. it was what i did today. i played guitar hero. i beat medium mode, and made a significant dent in both easy and hard modes. and i bought my new favorite song. radium eyes by count zero. it's amazing. and fairly easy even on expert. but i like the sound of it.

listen. i think it's important to note that i play guitar hero... to meet chicks. i don't play it for the fame. or the glory. those are nice, don't let me confuse you. but they are not the reason i play. i play for the women. so if you're hot and love a guy wailing on a plastic axe, come on down to tucson arizona, and i'll rock out a solo just for you.

ok look here
May 17, 2007, 5:23 pm

all i ever see is grant's posts and sometimes i'm drunk. like now. drunk. the point is, sometimes i post drunk and that just makes evettyyrhing more interesting. if all i ever did wqas post regular that wuiould be pboring. but think how much more intereisting this is by watching mer [ost drunk. ...

... much more interesitging. ...

... totally.

giving it up to god
May 11, 2007, 8:19 pm

so there is a guy in tucson arizona named god. he is the father of a woman named jill, who owns a bar named che's next to the bar i work at named bison witches. tonight, i got branded by him. not metaphysically, or psychologically. he took a red hot poker, and stuck it into my arm. and now i bar ehis face on my body. this is not something i'm ashamed of, rather it is a mark of pride. i am very proud of the fact that i watched someone else get branded, and then i stood my ground and got branded myself. it is a mark of pride. id is a mark of manhood. it is a mark of the symbolism of accepting your place in tucson arizona. jason krongaard paid my way, and i will ever be in his debt. thank you jason, for opening my eyes to new possibilities.

in which i drink for success
April 30, 2007, 4:21 pm

ok... so every other post?

i'm drunk a little. i got promoted today. i had a good talk with the toms and lewis and shayne. and we all got promoted and we are all managers now. it's totally cool, too. totally cool. now we're watching fellowship of the ring... i don't remember whyt... prolly cuzs i'm a nerd, and it was a good option after heroes and the sa vs den game.

in which i write some more
April 29, 2007, 6:17 pm

guess what. i'm not drunk. nor did i drink tonight. and, amazingly enough, nor did i puke today like i imagined i would. i felt really crappy tho. i constantly had that liquor taste in my mouth. only the true drunks know what i'm talking about. that feeling of almost puking, but you know it'll be awesome right afterwards, because you'll just be expelling all that vile crap from your body. speaking of last night, apparently i was housed. i was starting fights and yelling. i remember being there, but i don't remember the things they were telling me this morning.

it's slowly sinking in that i'm going to be a manager at bison witches. i've begun to notice a lot more respect and... expectation of responsible action from my bosses. today, tom was working and then asked me if it would be alright if he took off. i mean... i know he meant would things be alright, but in my head i heard "can i go now? can i have permission?" and it was really weird. but these days they just expect that i know what's going on around me. it's really cool, and yet now i'm constantly thinking about what i'm doing, and trying to decide if the toms would be cool with that. if i could be doing more. if there's anything i could be doing instead of being on break to help my coworkers. it's fun to experience myself becoming responsible, and at the same time, it's annoying to know that i can't just be a jerkoff anymore.

ah well. my paycheck should be astronomical on friday. i'ma be two shifts onto the back. which means most likely 100 hours of work. which means at least 20 overtime. which is just... just great. i so dearly want that futon...

in which i got drunk last night
April 29, 2007, 2:38 am

and i might throw up today. i dunno. i just feel a puking looming in the distance.

i bought a nintendo ds the other day. because wiis are nowhere to be found, and because i really wanted to get brain age. brain age is great by the way. i started at a 74 my first day, but now i'm down to a decent 29. i still suck at math tho. which is why i'm glad i have it. i'm also glad i had it for the trip up to scottsdale on friday for karl and erica's wedding. it was a great wedding, by the way. short wedding, fun reception. open bar too. i must admit, i drank my fair share of wine. but it wasn't until we got home and i headed off to bison witches that the drinking really began. i swear to you, i don't understand how those girls do it. much less tom, who is probably just waking up now, on the couch, in the bison witches office.

anyways. i had a good drunk talk with tom yesterday. he's the owner of bison witches by the way. bison witches is the bar and deli where i work [/recap]. we talked about what it would take to franchise a restaurant. location, employees, general handling. it was cool. i wouldn't mind franchising a restaurant. if i had the money to boost. first things first tho. gotta get a car. things are looking good on that front. i found a couple potentials up in phoenix.

i also went to the ikea store in phoenix, and promptly had my heart stolen. by a futon and a cute girl in the cafeteria. the futon i can handle, but how am i ever gonna find my ikea girl again? just walking around ikea is a nightmare by itself. but i still have the fork you gave me ikea girl. i asked you for a togo fork, and you said there were none. but then you looked at me slyly and told me i could take a real one. you wouldn't tell. it would be a reminder of this day. i still have my fork, ikea girl. too bad i left my heart.

the funny thing is
April 19, 2007, 7:53 pm

there are only like... 7 people that even read this journal. but it's really the only place i write words. i don't write anywhere else, altho i do post art at a lot of places. i need to get this thing working on my homepage again, just so people can know what's going on.

but then again, i need to start writing more. i want to start actually journaling again. i always start, and do it for like 2 days, and then stop for months. i just can't make it a habit. but i really really want to. i want to journal more. i want to draw more. everytime i see posts by aysha, and mal, and curtis, and rey. everytime i go to gingerbox, and hang out with all the hip young hyper kids. everytime i go to work and genuinely enjoy my job, only to have someone say to me at the end of the day "man, what are you doing here" after seeing my stuff. i'm the freakin piano man. people say that to me all the time, and i have no good excuse. but i want to draw more. i want to post more. i want to code more.

i want to do more. i started writing something. i only did a couple paragraphs, but it was fun to freeform the beginning of a story. i don't think i'll ever finish it... or even look at it again... but it was fun. different. i need different. i need fun.

i applied for a credit card at my bank today. i really hope i get it. i have absolutely no credit as far as i know. but i'd like to start building a good credit score. i get the feeling that soon this precious little existence i've had for the past year won't be enough. i need a car. it's not that i have places to go. but it'd be nice to not have to ask people for a ride. it'd be nice to just drive out to san diego for a weekend and visit my friends out there. ... or who knows... even show up for sdcc. it would be nice to not have an excuse anymore. "i can't do that, i don't have a car" hell, it'd be nice to have a driver's license for the first time in 7 years. it'd be nice to be able to travel. i've never traveled. i've never even seen the coasts. i've never done so many things because i always had an excuse why i couldn't. and now i really don't. my only excuse left is my own inability to get up and go out. my only excuse left is me. and i really don't want that anymore. i wanted a better body, and i took it. i wanted a better life, and i found a new one. i need to do that again. it's upgrade time in game world. i feel like i'm back playing majormud again. time to find a trainer and trade in some experience points.

... god i'm such a nerd....