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Name: Jrod
Location: Missouri, United States
Birthday: 6/24/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: 80s nostalgia, cartoons, illicit substances, HALO, good music, watching movies
Expertise: Mocking the less privileged
Occupation: Student
Industry: Textiles
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/9/2003
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GROW.
Why am I updating xanga? I felt like it, bitches! | | |
| Alrighty, I think this has gone on long enough. After some time having
both a xanga journal and a livejournal, I've found that I enjoy my time
with livejournal a lot more; unfortunately, I won't be updating this
here xanga thingy anymore. But the good news is, this will allow me to
concentrate on livejournal! Please please please check it out at http://www.livejournal.com/users/vanderslice. I also want to urge everyone to give livejournal a chance; it really is better!
Catch ya'll later
Jared
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| Here we go. I have let my journaling go by the wayside in favor of
other things yet again. I'm not going to apologize; I don't even know
if very many people want to read my ramblings (which is what they are).
But here goes:
First of all, Spring Break was both wonderful and
something to be endured. Road tripping to Omaha to see the Yeah Yeah
Yeahs was the blast to end all blasts; I've decided that a road trip is
now my favorite way to spend time with friends. Coming home was really
good for a few days, but my mom began to make me irritable. I love her,
she's like my best friend, but she can annoy the hell out of me at the
same time. I spent most of my time home looking for a summer job (and
talking to Grace on the telephone), but there were a few highlights,
especially the soccer/lacrosse hybrid game on a beautiful spring day in
Loose Park followed by a roleplaying adventure at Alex's followed by
ANOTHER roleplaying adventure at the apartment referred to as the
shithole, and, of course, talking to Grace on the telephone. Another
conclusion that I've come to is that people need to come visit me
before summer starts (Peter and John, I'm looking at you).
After
spending a night in Jeff City and eating wonderful, wonderful coffee
bread the next morning, coming back to St. Louis felt like coming home.
Exhaustion threatened to overtake me, and I succumbed to the weariness
residing in my bones. The weekend was spent mostly in bed, which was
restful more often than not. The icing on the proverbial cake was added
when Edward took Grace and Steph and I out to dinner on Sunday, owing
to the fact that he was promoted recently and recieved a fat bonus in
his paycheck.
Tomorrow I get to write a review of READ: Interpreting
Bjork, which is an amazing tribute album featuring such stellar artists
as the Decemberists, Ben Gibbard (of Death Cab fame) and Blanket Music,
whose cover of Hyper-Ballad is what convinced me to buy said album. But
for now, I'm going to hit the sack as hard as I possibly can. Leave me
a message, I'll see you on the other side.
Love,
Jared
P.S. A wise man once said, "Wherever you go, there you are." Think about that and keep it in a special place.
Peace | | |
| I'm so thoroughly confused. And numb. And sad, but still numb. I need
to get off campus, out of my room, out in the world, experience some
life. Fuck this school shit. I need people.
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| OH! I saw Lost in Translation last night; I enjoyed it, especially the soundtrack (and Bill Murray).
Later
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