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| Thursday, December 31st, 2037 | | 9:52 am |
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before I have no power and no communication alleys, I just want to invite people to the ceremonial first "party" next sunday night...? revolving around the super bowl, but you don't really have to watch. ??? just a suggestion really since this is all based on the idea we have everything moved in and set up by then. I dunno. I just say good riddance to this place, LETS DO THIS! | | Wednesday, December 30th, 2037 | | 11:47 am |
"Find out before your time is up: " What the fuck?""
To Mark et. al.- New Address: 45 Norristown Road Apt. 6 Warminster PA 18974 As for the phone: Since i'm outnumbered by cellphone users, there will be no land lines. Until I can get a tracphone, the only way to get in touch (until the cable guy comes out) is through my roommates. Not that I think anyone on here really gives a shit, figuring 80% of this list could be dead for all I know, nor is what I'm doing that monumental to the outside world to garner any attention other than a passing scroll up. My schedule revolves around working, reading middle english, and spending time in labs. I may get Wednesday afternoons off when/if Miguel comes back from the nursing home. I was also threatened with Thursdays off. I say "threatened" because someone who is barely cutting enough money to pay for dinner, needs all the opportunities for the greenback they can get. I'm sure there will be a housewarming get-together-type-thing to honor the place, but when? who knows. Problems being the fact we move in in the middle of the week, and won't be able to get shit in till the following weekend, given our schedules. So a week from now I'll probably wake up on the floor with no power or anything other than my clothes and books. It's like squatting till next weekend. I'm psyched. Thats all for now. More updates once I get settled. | | Tuesday, December 29th, 2037 | | 10:55 am |
quandary is forever
"All I need is one mic, one beat, one stage pure like a cup of virgin blood mixed with 151 ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, "too egotistical" Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do All I need is one mic.. " Baby steps for the reversed 20 somethings; as babies surrounded by the pack of wolves of unassurance and hunger that isn't yours--and the most schizophrenic color is on the teeth. Devotion suspends a rational mind's disbelief, and then affirms it when theres a kill, yet someone's blueprint gives us the same color. And time is suspended for a moment, as the canines hover just over our better selves, skin on bone, all the cruelties done and undone summoned in one. And like the one who uses the second and fourth notes in a chord, the peculiarity wakes us up. How are they in this position? Why? Some put a fist to the forehead and cringe; others would laugh, slapping their thighs as they spill their beer---while in the bathroom some boy spills his seed on some nameless girls tummy as her neuropathy for the moment will echo the first time you prayed for something and it didn't come to be-- and they'll talk about me with either pity, respite, or in the same ironic sense that my bedroom window is going to look out behind that place where we did it our way. Somewhere in any bar, Peyton is on the screen talking about a safety dropping into the box and tommorow the writers will question everything, basking in something that isn't theirs. The crack-eyed on the stools may mumble something about what they would do; the BB Gun on Christmas versus the 50 cal. on D-Day. The more drunk will go so far to talk about this player or that player from the past who was better, as the channel goes to Big Ben who doesn't seem to have any answers to questions on why his attempts were too high for their liking. "Stick to what works, goddamit" someone will yell at the screen. And during the week everyone will be an expert, sounding so smart and astute through editorials, tv, radio, and water cooler banter. Somewhere else, in some half-lit alley someone will walk away from a gunpoint-to-the-head robbery. Somewhere else, someone will taste their grandfather's last gasp of air. Somewhere else, a doctor will tell them they are dying. Somewhere else, someone will be told they aren't the one. Somewhere else, the QB's are diminished to a pedestrian. Somewhere else, I crumble up a love letter thinking its shit. But its always somewhere else...always someone else. The moments come to those who are pussies. The truest of us go to the moment and punch the wolf in the fucking face. That's what separates those who go by the book and those who are in it. And the following week they'll see the linebacker on their right side this time, and they're senses will be the best knife in the drawer, and their memories will be a million photographs from every angle, and they will want to shove their tongue down the throat of life, and they're anger's righteousness will equal that of a dog who has been beat one too many times, for no good reason. And I'll stand there at the doorway of our apartment and uncrumple the letter and give it to her. I ain't much of a painter honey, so I can't hide behind no colors and I ain't got no pretty music to hide behind. I'm just a writer, and all I got is my words, and since its the only thing I gots, the difference between living for something and dying for it just might make a difference. I'll feel like someone whos fallen into the sun a million times over. I feel like a man for the first time. ....one who is writing each one of your names on my pen, slowly singing "One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other." | | Friday, October 2nd, 2037 | | 1:07 pm |
| | Thursday, October 1st, 2037 | | 2:29 am |
if this is only the first night................ godDAMN | | Tuesday, September 29th, 2037 | | 9:06 pm |
forming
tentative plans are as follows: friday night: pre-party at either toweys, great american, and/or a mystery place. sat. evening: bowling alley in bensalem till 3 or whenever we get bored, too drunk, or arrested/kicked out, then to our hotel room(s) (i don't know which one, ask suzi, ashley, kerri, etc.; it was SUPPOSED to be a surprise) for the after party. tues. evening: the real bday. most likely a lavish dinner at macaroni grill with loads of wine, etc. and probably my presents then. anyone who is somehow free form work/school is welcome to come. NEXT sat. night: work party/continuation of my bday party, conceivably at the same bowling alley with people like ziaire, tomas, and anthony....and Hass (not Hoss) who are minorities and afraid of being around all you white people tommorow night. you know the numbers and the contacts if you have ?s. that is all. Current Music: nas- MC Burial | | Sunday, September 27th, 2037 | | 3:32 pm |
there probably isn't going to be a party, so stay home. | | Friday, September 25th, 2037 | | 2:16 am |
update
as it looks now, the party is going to be fuckin insane. this is your post coe. look no spelling errors even though i'm drunk....fuck i'm awesome. | | Thursday, September 24th, 2037 | | 10:42 am |
Tadaima
" Like everyone will all agree on pepper and then nick will be like "no. salt." And everyone will try to talk him out of it, but he'll be stubborn and won't bend. Then one day you realize you're eating salt. Thats why I love this fuckin guy." - Ziaire He's also letting me go in with his bookie next weekend. I'm gonna play low- like 25 a game-for fear its just some Marcellus Wallace-esque character from North Philly who is just gonna pretend I never played if I do win. Even if, the chances of parlaying this into another paycheck are too great to be afraid. And why might I need even more money? As ridiculous as this sounds: I may make a serious attempt at going to grad school at UPenn. Yesterday I found out Sensei is on the admissions board. We got to talking and he seriously thinks I could get in-- based on the fact 2 kids from Jap. 2 got in (though I think its basically because they were Korean and they have quotas to fill). But, we have a meeting Monday to look over my stuff and all that fun stuff. Things in my favor: 3.8 in the major Things working against: Everything else. I use to hear stories from my first writing prof. about how cutthroat it is there and the classes are basically you vs. the world, in both writing and defending your points of view, as well as you having to reinvent the wheel. We'll see, but more likely, expect me in Lawrenceville. ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ------------------------- And some may wonder why I don't write as much anymore in here. Fact is, not to mention that I have very little free time, I've begun work on my first "novel/novella" (ugh, that sounds so cliche). I'm just going unconscious and doing it. I don't expect much from it because very few artists in general do anything remarkable their first time out, after their career is said and done. I'm comfortable in it sucking, just like one is unconsciously comfortable in knowing their first relationship will end, they'll quit/get fired from their first job, and their first time fucking will be awkward and probably not as good as it will be 5 years later. But I feel as close to spiritually obligated as I'll ever be to something, in doing this. Don't expect it till the late spring most likely. ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ------------------------- And I'm finally replacing the "Squeer" with a worthy electrified guitar, while I have the money. Its healthy to have a working acoustic, electric guitar and bass in ones house; like having fire insurance or a double-barelled shotgun. Current Mood: lit. theory paper all weekendCurrent Music: supersonic | | Sunday, September 20th, 2037 | | 11:23 am |
False Advertisement
So Sigma Tau Delta (code name for the English Honors Society) assumes they've got me----to the point that, on the flyer, it says "nick atkins" under the "New Inductee" List. Funny that I've ignored their calls and emails, and never paid the 37 bucks to get in. Funny that I'm sitting here, instead of being there. | | Friday, September 18th, 2037 | | 11:58 am |
tentatively
if anyone is interested, i'm having a birthday party at the bowling alley in bensalem, the weekend before my actual birthday. either the 30th or the 1st, it hasn't really been decided. it supposedly has 3 bars and a huge fire pit. this is sort of a merging of a long-debated work party (thus the site and some of the people that will be there) and celebrating my time on earth. all i'm saying is if you're interested, try to free up time. just giving a heads up. that is all. | | Tuesday, September 15th, 2037 | | 7:16 pm |
| | Friday, September 11th, 2037 | | 2:42 pm |
myspace
i sold out, because people can't stop talking shit.......plus tris was probably going to create me anyway. so i figured i'd prevent a fraud. find me if you want. the only actual interesting part is the professor rating option. | | Thursday, September 10th, 2037 | | 2:08 pm |
sorry mark, just got your IM this morning. what is your schedule like this fall? | | Monday, September 7th, 2037 | | 10:06 pm |
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C.R.e.A.m.
Dear Nicholas: On 09/07/2005, your student refund check in the amount of $3,973.00 will be mailed to the following address: - 1350 Spiess Lane - Warminster, PA 18974 | | Wednesday, August 19th, 2037 | | 6:59 pm |
all i know is i'm headed to florida tommorow. | | Sunday, August 16th, 2037 | | 11:25 am |
"RUN! but don't be too scared to look behind. STOP! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!"
I'M GOING TO FLORIDA NEXT WEEK! ??? i think... regardless, its my vacation from work and i won't be anywhere around here. the only thing that worries me is the whole fact of me not actually reading the books from the Epic class yet, and me forgetting most of my Japanese. I'm about to go pick up the Genke book, and try to overcompensate by indulging in the book that has no english in it. But let me looking like an asshole for the first month of this semester, kick me in the balls with the fact that i don't exactly have that degree yet. the fact that sensei said before we left for summer that we can't speak english in the fall PLUS the most writing courses i've ever taken in one semester PLUS the most credits in general = secret disaster but until then HUBBA HUBBA | | Tuesday, August 11th, 2037 | | 7:08 pm |
| | Monday, August 10th, 2037 | | 11:41 am |
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