Month: June 2000

HOUSEWARMING PARTY Earlier this night,

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HOUSEWARMING PARTY
Earlier this night, I attended a nice little party for Stacey’s and Jen’s new apartment. We ate some food, played some games and listened to music — the typical stuff. At one point a little after I arrived I was feeling creative, so I created some haikus for their magnetic powetry on the refrigerator. Here it is. More pictures to follow.

Gasoline And Stuff

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We all know that the price of gasoline in this country has been higher than normal lately. Will it go down? What’s the incentive for the oil companies to lower what they charge? Everyone’s still buying gas because they have to. They will buy gas whether the price is $0.99 per gallon or $1.99 per gallon or even more. You can’t just boycott gasoline — it is too much a part of everybody’s lifestyle.

Take me, for example. I pay more than $150 a month on gasoline, just to get to and from work.

Chicks Dig Me

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Back by popular demand… a staple of version 2.0 of my website: The picture of me with a chick. (This was me in college. People say I look older now but I think I disagree.)

ABOUT HOUSES, PARTIES AND SEX

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ABOUT HOUSES, PARTIES AND SEX
Today I went to a barbecue at Bryan’s sister’s house. We played Nintendo with his nephews and niece, ate some great food, and tried to avoid the thunderstorm. Thinking about it reminds me of the days I would have barbecues at my own house. Long ago, when I was in high school, I would have a barbecue around Memorial Day every summer. There would be a good number of people hanging out, eating, playing frisbee, and enjoying each other’s company. I left for college eventually, then my parents divorced and sold the house. Now I’m living in an apartment that can’t handle thirty people for a barbecue — in fact grills are against the rules, I believe. I miss hosting these parties. I miss living in a big house.

I also used to always hold cast parties for the plays and musicals in high school. I don’t know how I was able to handle sixty people in the house, but it has been done. One year, one of my high school music teachers showed up at the party. He was probably looking for some alcohol. As an unrelated fact, a few years later — after I graduated — he left his job teaching to go into real estate. Apparently, a chaperone caught him having sex with an eighteen-year-old senior on the band/chorus trip to Europe.