Chronicles of an eagle scout.

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:29:09 GMT

"His father had bought a hundredweight of books from a trader. When Valens was fifteen, he'd told him he could choose five books for his own; the rest would be burned. Valens had read them all, desperately, in a hurry, and made his choice. Varro's "On Statecraft," Yonec's "Art of War," the Sude "Encyclopedia," Statianus on revenues and currency, and the "Standard Digest of Laws & Statutes;" five books, Valens reckoned, that between them contained the bare minimum of knowledge and wisdom a prince needed in order to do his job properly. When he announced that he'd made his choice, his father had had the five books burned and spared the rest; books should be a man's servant, he declared, not his master. Valens wasn't quite sure he saw the point, but he'd learned the lesson, though not perhaps the one his father had intended to convey: that to value anything is to give it an unacceptable degree of power over you, and to choose a thing is to lose it."

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 07:09:50 GMT

I wanted to update for a while, but I keep ignoring it. I'm still doing really cool things and moving forward with my life. Every speed bump I hit turns out to be a blessing, and I hope I'm not hurting anybody in the process. I'm good at what I do and I won't hesitate to live it up.

My most recent male is Adrian. If any of you remember, I actually met him five years ago. We've hung out a bunch of times, but it was fleeting. This time, however, has been so different; the past three weeks have been so amazing. He's the sweetest that any guy has ever been to me, and he takes care of me (unlike every other relationshit I had). We went to his sister's house/cabin and I got to meet his family. They're engaging and fantastic people. I didn't expect them to be as open and nice as they were, but only because they're kind of old money. Or maybe I didn't know what to expect. I want to type every detail of my weekend so that I won't forget, but I don't think I will. Forget, or type it out. But I'll give highlights: jumping off of and into waterfalls, swimming and boating in the adirondacks, the ausable club (pronounced aw-say-bull and not how it actually looks), hiking, sap all over my body, road head, Lily's seating arrangements, Fleur's relationship with Adrian reminds me of my relationship with Sheryl, Alexis is the CEO of Gilt Groupe, Debbie was married to Frank but divorced; then Debbie married Andy and Frank married Debra; then Debbie divorced Andy and is now seeing Craig.

When I'm not at work I feel worthless and lazy. I wrote my first press release and Angel said it was amazing for my first professional release. It was almost time to leave work when she said to do it. I had no problem staying late; I never do. I love my job. My office is a fashion contest. I win it daily.

Sheryl and I want to start our own business. We have wanted to for about three years, but now that I'm out of school, I can see a time horizon for us. It'll happen within the next year. I spent the day with her today. Besides that I felt lazy because I wasn't at work, I had so much fun. We went to Red Bank and had an amazing dinner at The Bistro. Then we went to Jenks (which I despise) but we got in for free and got free alcohol. Some girl brought her huge purse in and while standing at the bar positioned herself so that her purse was pretty much in my ass and coming out of my mouth. I hated her for it.

I need a new car. For being ten years old, it has served me well. But right now, it's totally sucking ass.

My friends have been amazing and supportive and deserve all of my gratitude and love. Except for brian; he's been oddly dick lately. I don't know why, but he's becoming rude and insensitive and I abhor him for it. But he's still one of my best friends. Chris is sort of seeing Mark, except Mark comes on too strong and it makes Chris disinterested. Spencer is still trying to tell Chris that he thinks they can work out. Mizzy's going through some things, but I'm going to be there for her. We're in the same boat now that both of our military men are out of state. Oh, yea, Adrian is in special ops. He's the medic of his team.

What else is important to me? I don't know. I really want to focus on my career and become the best at what I do. I want to move up fast and live the lifestyle that I've always wanted. I want to be established and I'm willing to work for it.

I'm in love with almost everything around me and life has never had this hue of content until now.

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 23:32:05 GMT

Sigh.

"i like the rain, it makes the sun feel better on my skin, otherwise i would just get bored of the heat, but now i can say, well at least it's not raining...i slept in the tent last night...sort of nice and cold, but i was sleeping on a slope so i kept ending up in a ball in a puddle at the bottom of the tent...but it was worth it because i had reception outside so i could chat with you, it would have been nicer if there was a nice smooth body to keep me warm... maybe later i hope you have fun with the juggler and remember, you......are awesome...need i say more?? yes i need to...you...are worth hours in a car, tanks of gas, neck pain back pain, meeting new people (which i liked, escpecially your mom and sis), you are worth the lost sleep as i lay there thinking about how much fun you are..you ..are so worth it, because you make me happy.
-A"

If you're wondering about the juggler, a publication came to do a story on a juggler at the park. It's nothing dirty. And the neck and back pain are from working out-- also not dirty.

And I really wish he didn't use "....." so often and incorrectly.
But besides that?

http://tinyurl.com/nxtr2t

New Beginnings

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 00:36:20 GMT

I start my new job tomorrow. I'll officially be the Social Networker of PR at SF in 12.5 hours.
The contract came through. I'll be making 80 a year.
Just kidding.
That's private.
But that's in the 10 year plan,
if I don't botch this first job up.

I really want to delete this journal.
Love,
Kevin

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 22:17:23 GMT

He's nervous. He tries to stay calm, to drive at a reasonable speed. He arrives and waits fifteen minutes past the interview time.
He's not late, but she is.
He's thinking: how amazing would it be to get this internship? It's paid experience that I can't get anywhere else. AND she said it would lead to a full time position as Social Networker of PR at SFGA. The second interview, my experiences, my references-- they must count for something.
She comes through the doorway, "Sorry, my fault, I didn't tell you we were meeting in the upstairs office this time," takes him through the maze.
The steps make him tired, or his nervousness does. He trips on his shoe lace and it unties. He doesn't dare stop. Instead, "How many other people got called back for a second interview? Or can you not tell me?"
"You can ask," she says, "but I won't tell you." She smiles.

They enter Angel's office. Her lights are off ("I believe in going green and saving electricity"), her hands are soft, she is beautiful. "Nice to finally meet you," "Jenn tells me your interview went well," "Take a seat."
Angel is talking, and it becomes clear to him that he did not get the PR internship. Angel starts to discuss Six Flags in recent news, the new media that they'll be using in their new campaigns.
"So, we don't want you for this internship," then, under her breath, "we're going to hire someone stupider for that job. We want to offer you the social networking job. You'd be doing..."
She lists the responsibilities: taking celebrities around, writing press releases, earning press, handling the new media (facebook, twitter, myspace, their web space), living the dream.
"I know you originally applied for the internship, but is that okay?"
"You just asked me if I was okay with being offered a better position than I interviewed for."
He scoffs. They're just talking now, they're already saying "us" and "we."

Jenn takes him back downstairs.
He laughs, asks, "You couldn't have just told me I was the only one that got a second interview? I was nervous!"
"We like to have fun here; and that? That wouldn't have been any fun."

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 17:06:02 GMT

I've wanted a Kindle for about a year.

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 10:21:29 GMT

"When I'm with you I feel like I could die and that would be all right
All right
I want something else
To get me through this

Not listenin' when you say, 'goodbye'"

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 11:32:02 GMT

"Ride that smoother than a limousine."

One of the other interns at my PR agency is an idiot. I don't know what sort of screening process they used, because it ranges from me [awesome] to her [moron]. Don't believe me? She thinks "Houston street" is pronounced "House-tin." When I said something about her inability to grasp the english language, she explained: "Well, I'm not from around here." I wanted to slap thatgirl and say, bB bitc

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 10:05:57 GMT

oh my fucking god i can't do this paper in just a few pages.

CONDENSE, CONDENSE! USE SMALLER WORDS!

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 23:57:40 GMT

"You're magical, did you know that?"
"What? No, haha, I just try my hardest, that's all."

Oh, modest indeed.
Oh, magical indeed.

Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:08:05 GMT

Ahh, now I remember.

"You're the cure to make me smile."

Tue, 09 Jan 2007 12:33:18 GMT

My mom just woke up and found me on my laptop.
"Did you just get home?"
"No, I've been home for a while."
"What are you doing?"
"Writing a short story."
"Why don't you get some sleep?"
"Shouldn't you be encouraging me?"
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"

Ah, the good ol' Answering-questions-with-questions trick.

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 02:10:32 GMT

I hope some day
When you've lost your way
You can turn to me

Thu, 16 Nov 2006 05:57:59 GMT

I like being close to unique. I like it even more when the rare occasion comes along where people are similar to me. Yea, I like it.

"Tonight she's out to lose herself
And find a high on Peachtree Street
From mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
Heavy into everything
She's always buzzing just like
Neon"

addendum: Oh, and I saw Guster in concert tuesday. Frank and leo were there, and i don't know who wanted my attention more. It didn't matter, though, because Robbie got it all. hahaha

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 18:17:37 GMT

well... i'm never going that early ever again. it was undeniably fun, though.

i saw Fearless. I bet when they subtitle it, the movie will be crap. I mean, the fighting and whatever will be the same, of course; but let's be serious, you can't make a colloquialism from hong kong fit into the massive puzzle that is the english language.

i am quite tired. my body hurts a little bit and i'm hungry, so i'm peacin out.

An excerpt from "Shameless."

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 16:34:12 GMT

Oh shit. There was something very wrong with this picture. It had to be some weird trick of the light, but right now, from this angle, Mr. Big Cock Brazilian appeared to have a leg missing. martin stared hard at the ten-inch stump where his left leg ought to have been and blinked several times. It must be the drugs. The K was making him see things that weren't really there. Or rather, it was making him not see things that were really there. Whatever, it was the drugs. It had to be. He would have noticed something earlier. And besides, what amputee in his right mind would go home with someone without once mentioning the fact that he had the best part of a limb missing? It didn't make any sense. Why spring something like that on somebody, when there was a very strong possibility that he might just freak out?

Mr. Big Cock Brazilian's face was giving nothing away. "Come on, then," he said, reaching up and pulling Martin toward him. "Are we going to fuck or what?"

Martin was lost for words. Should he say something, mention that his eyes were playing tricks on him, try to Relieve the tension with a joke? But what if the joke backfired? What if his eyes weren't deceiving him? What if this was real and rejection was something Mr. Big Cock Brazilian suffered every day? Maybe if he just ignored the missing leg, it would go away- or come back, or whatever it was that limbs did in this situation.

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 06:28:25 GMT

don't go to this link if you don't like sex in clothing adverts.
Yikes.

okay, so my manager and i are talking and she drops this bomb: "yea, i just got out of an engagement-" and that's when i stopped paying attention. i mean, let's be serious, did you just tell me that? like, what the fuck am i supposed to say?

anyway. this afternoon i met a cute couple in the cafe. these guys looked mid twenty something or late twenty something. one's asian and one's white (how uncommon) and the white one keeps stealing glances when his boyfriend is looking at the picture in the magazine he's pointing out at the time. one of them comes up to me, orders a coffee, and starts talking to me about my (flaming bag of fairies) manager and is telling me how he wasn't being hygienic with the food. i was like, wow, i don't care cause i'm not eating it. so i present him with his order and i'm like, "here's your coffee" and he replies, "oh, it's not mine, it's my ... friends..." and at this point i'm like, oh please, you guys fuck, don't lie. haha, so i say, "how long have you guys been together?" anyway, turns out they're 35 and 37 (i totally wanna look that good when i'm mid 30) and they wanna meet up with me at six flags on gay day and (GET THIS) at paradise on saturday nights. HAH! never. the most interesting part of this encounter, though, is when he mentioned my manager.
"so, he's gay, right?" the white guy said.
"well, uhh... he's got a family... so i'm not touching that one."
"blah blah blah oh i thought he was this guy i met online; he said he worked in receiving at this barnes and noble-"
and then something in my head clicked like a tongue in that weird african language. MOTHUHFUCKIN MARK FROM RECEIIIIVING! hahahahahahahahahahaha, mark's this troll of a man that's bitter and has a dyed combover with thick glasses.

and people ask me why i love my job.

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 08:18:03 GMT

what the hell happened to Richard Clayton? (steph's probably the only one that knows about him)
i'm sure that's weird as hell to ask, but i have to ask because he was in my dream last night.
it makes me think of all the other people that have been reduced to less than a memory.
and it makes me feel great. :)

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 05:32:30 GMT

I love my life.

:)

Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:14:28 GMT

dear friends and nonfriends,

my phone will be out of commish' for a week. i'll be in the mountains doing some relaxin'.

PS, texans don't know what swedish fish are. discuss.

Fri, 30 Jun 2006 08:29:07 GMT

let me try to explain my day.

okay i just tried and it didn't work out. long story short it sucked the biggest, hairiest, smelliest fucking cock ever.

let me try to describe my night...:

as if i didn't have enough confidence.

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 09:42:17 GMT

Tonight she's out to lose herself
And find a high on Peachtree Street
From mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
Heavy into everything

Who knows how long
She can go before she burns away

Always buzzing just like
Neon.

quel pauvre.

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 11:51:25 GMT

"start dating someone who is funny, someone who has what in high school you called a 'really great sense of humor' and what now your creative writing class calls 'self-contempt giving rise to comic form.'" hahahaha

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 02:01:24 GMT

you've gotta see this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZcpYomtNAI&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fprofile%2Emyspace%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ecfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser%2Eviewprofile%26friendID%3D21671781

By the way I tried to say...

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 18:28:46 GMT

so a funny story.
well okay two funny stories. except one of them is about two words. which is a lie.

first and foremost. i am confident in saying that, besides the professor, i am so the best french student ever. no joke, i so handed that test in five fullll minutes before anybody else did. damn i'm conceited and i love it.

SECOND STORY: jenna this may or may not have to do with me not being able to call you.

so i'm doin my hair yesterday (a three minute odyssey) and i receive a text message. my phone is open (because i recently sent an answer back to someone) and the phone vibrates from my microwave, makes its way over to my OPEN bottle of fiber gum, and plants itself firmly within the goo. i pull it out and it's so fucking sticky. sooo gross. i clean it off but then i realize OH SHIT SON, it got into the nook that i put my charger in! so i charged it allll night and...it's dying as you read. :( it just isn't charging. ever. i'll try to get that fixed this weekend mayhaps, considering i'm being made to come home to see my uncle from hawaii. i'll admit that it'll be fun, too. mmm home cooked food.

By the way I tried to say I'd be there...