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to docter winston o'boogie
'there are no problems, only solutions...' dear sir, is this true? is there a problem if i see neither? i've seen other people's websites and blogs, i've read what they have to say, their activies, what their wearing, what they and their friends think, their nitty gritty of everyday life. my life is no different and far less interesting. this could be the end of the page. is there a solution to that? play it again good sir. please que track one from the amelie soundtrack now.
lying here looking at the ceiling waiting for that sleepy feeling
my new aol screen instant messenger screen name: sleepee pete
to my surprise 'english an' and 'chairman an' were not available... wtf?
i know what i want but i just don't know
lately i've been altering between feeling like 'the shit' and 'shitty' (in reference to half-baked). one more reason of how being home for the holidays can drive you mad. it's also another reason why i think i'm mildly manic.
goodnight elizabeth
if your the queen of california then i am the king of the rain. satellites and everything after is such a good album.
slight of hand won't separate your body from the dirt your standing on today
"...the art is in the people. the way the people carried themselves, dressed, decorated their houses became art to me, like a living art..." - charles searles
referrer report
top web addresses viewed before coming to my page...
36.50% - unknown
11.16% - www.google.com/search
10.16% - www.oocities.org/english_an/archives.html
07.61% - tasteslikeconceited.blogspot.com
06.81% - greenwatermark.blogspot.com
06.68% - www.loserpress.blogspot.com
05.94% - www.google.ch/search
05.71% - tasteslikeconceited.blogspot.com/
04.97% - www.oocities.org/english_an/oct103.html
04.92% - www.oocities.org/english_an/archives_july_2003.html
...wow, some of those addresses surprised me like erin's page and loserpress.blogspot (which i just found out is a sort of newer version of the 151 gilman st blog collective). well what should i say or do? should i clap? bravo. but if you have not figured it out yet my page, much like myself, has nothing to offer anything to anyone. it is more of "a day in the life of..." deally, which is, quite frankly, crap.
sour times
today i went out to start my car and when i shut the door my back window shattered on que. for what reason i do not know but i'm going to point my finger towards the near sub-temperture weather (and the near sub-temperture weather better start running before i place my foot in it's arse). i called safeco and they arranged for an auto glass company to replace the window as soon as monday between the hours of eight and five. so what am i supposed to do with a busted window until that time? "signs point to... freeze your bollocks off." and could they please give me a more general time period? between those two times i'll either be sleeping or working. why didn't they just say "...yes, the glass company will be there sometime between monday and saturday... will somebody be around during those times?" for fuck's sake what ever happend to the customer's convience? between the hours of eight and five are nine whole hours, thats longer than the shift of the person who is going to replace the window. in nine hours i could probably make the glass myself, install it, and take a lunch break. ...nobody loves me, it's true... (i wonder if anyone ever gets some of my song title/quote headlines sometimes)
is he abroad?
andreas and grotte will be/are abroad for the holiday season... lucky bastards. oh how i long to be anywhere other than here.
is it cold out here or is it just you?
this is finals week. the days i had finals on were monday morning and thursday morning which means i did not leave my apartment between those two times. while i went into hibernation for those couple of days it snowed twice. yesterday morning i had to unearth my car from approximately fifteen inches of snow which was bonded onto my car almost uniformly. after a good ten minutes of that i headed out listening to the radio which happend to meantion that it was at the time one degree outside. you can believe that i enjoyed that five minute walk from my vehicle to the armstrong hall. at one point i started breathing out of my mouth because my nose was so cold and the condesation from my breathing fogged up my glasses and it froze there. for that last minute it was as if i was wearing white tinted sunglasses. when i arrived to my class i was fifteen minutes late for the final but i managed to finish my essays early. as i handed my final in i grab from the table a paper of mine which had been graded. i looked at it and remembered i had written it in haste. the mark was something like 40 out of 60 and under his comments he wrote "...you used very little resources... this was more like a text book review..." damn, he figured me out. i have used this technique so many times in the past with so much success, how could it have gotten such a rotten response? well, i suppose it is my senior year and i should know better by now. i guess thats what happens when you have a short term memory and only remember to do things at the last minute. speaking of which, how many days are left before christmas? oh yeah, i'm still waiting for that paycheck which comes in... today... sweet shit.
the perfect gift
don't forget that schwetty balls and wieners make a perfect holiday gift made with care from pete schwetty and that famous schwetty family recipe.
so much beauty it could make you cry
this is a special edition kotte page for the month of december. simple, oui au non? maybe i just need a little change of pace. whatever the case may be i only plan on using this format for the first part of the month of december if not the entire month. it's simple, calculated, and cold. there is a point when one feels so amaturish one will stop trying to make things appear as if they were good. perhaps that is the point i am at. this page has no redeeming qualities other than it is pretty strait to the point, the format that is. my words on the other hand seem to dance around what i am trying to say, like a cat tied to a stick on antibiotics. so here is to life, love, and the month of december.
hi
she said it slowly as if the h on the two letter word was meant to emphasised. she seemed hesitant to speak the word as she passed me. i responded with a hello, although afterwards i wasn't quite sure if i had managed to say hello or 'ello. my uncertainty on was magnified by the short response time that was allowed to me before we were no longer face to face. on a grey december day both our faces were lit and the focus of attention for one split second. then the wind picked up as we continued on our separate ways.
certainty/uncertainty
amelie is definetly one of the best films of whatever year it was released in.
if there is a real woman like amelie out there in the world then i know there is somebody as weird as i am. but i don't know if there is so that means i am at my own level of weirdness. that doesn't make me unique, it just makes me weird. you are not a unique and beautiful snowflake, you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. well oh well. i suppose that would explain the fact that out of some three billion or so females on this planet only about four attempt to speak with me. que the sound of a plane crashing.
everybody dies alone
28:06:42:12, that is how much time you have before the world ends.
