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Matt Hurtado...underscore.
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| Contemplation |
[19 Dec 2008|03:02am] |
I fear I either have the worst timing in the world, or I am a bad person that people don't like talking to.
Probably both.
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| Barfing burritos and burning bladders |
[12 Nov 2008|07:33pm] |
Ever since I got back from Houston (which was AWESOME, by the way), my health has been slowly deteriorating.
Last week sometime I was eating a burrito in my office, and after the first bite I immediately had the urge to vomit everything in my body up. I didn't want to do it in my office, because that would smell horrible... so I ran. I had NO idea the bathrooms were THAT FAR AWAY. Seriously, it sucked. I was having to hold it in with my hands. At least 10 people were witness to my mad vomit dash.
Then, at the beginning of this week, my bladder decided to be a total d-bag. It seriously feels like I am peeing lava. I have never been so afraid to go to the bathroom. I have drunken like 2 gallons of cranberry juice, and it isn't helping at all.
Other than that, I have absolutely nothing new to say.
Except I miss my friends.
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| Unepiphany |
[12 Oct 2008|09:02pm] |
What makes my job hard is what makes my job exist. People who use computers.
Anyway, life is good. I defeated the army of fleas which resided in the carpets of Angmar upon my arrival.
Funny story, actually. You know those bug-bombs? I bought a pack of them. There were 4 in the package.
I wasn't going to waste time reading when there were bugs to kill, so I set them all up and turned them on and then left. When I came back two hours later, I couldn't even breath. I picked up the package and realized the bombs were for a total of like 4,000 sq. ft. My apartment is only like 500.
Needless to say, I creamed those bastards.
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| MOVING MOVING, RAH RAH RAH |
[18 Sep 2008|04:16pm] |
That was a cool entry title.
One and a half more days until I move into ANGMAR, which is what I have named my apartment fort.
It is going to be the coolest fucking place in the world.
EXCITEMENT = 90% (only because I still have shit to pack)
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| Hell yes, 120 HP. |
[08 Sep 2008|12:41am] |
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It had long since been lost to me.
I can't remember the last time I saw it, but I remember not being able to find it. It was this sinking feeling of a grand moment of my childhood dying.
And even though I tried to satiate myself with other memories and objects, the looming horror that what was once most dear to me was now gone lingered in the back of my mind.
BUT NO LONGER!
As I was packing today, I found it! It was nestled in a special case inside of a little metal box in my closet. Of course I would have put it in some place which was safe.
As I opened the box, the sparkle was still lively and it was like a moment in Zelda when he finds treasure. I could have sworn the song played.
I grasped it in my hand and exclaimed "CHARIZARD!".
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| Protip: Don't write stupid entries |
[04 Sep 2008|09:54pm] |
I decided to rewite my previous entry about Protip (basically, the use of the word Protip should only be used by old videogame magazines).
My head is on fire inside. Everytime I move my head to the left or right, it takes a few seconds for my eyes to catch up.
It is like my framerate is down or something.
Almost all my things are packed in boxes. I'm ready for this move.
All I want to do is draw.
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| Inspired by Emily Laird |
[26 Aug 2008|10:30pm] |
Goal: Lead a more eventful life by performing mad science experiments.
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| Apartment/Packing/Totoro |
[23 Aug 2008|11:21pm] |
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So, it is official. I am moving out the 20th of September into my very own apartment.
The apartment model is named the "Pippin", which I think is pretty cool.
I'm super excited, I have many-a-plan for what I am going to do with the place.
PLAN 1:
- Make my living room the bedroom (since I have a futon and no couch, this only seems appropriate).
- Make the "bedroom" into a study/art room, since I have bookcases and an art desk.
PLAN 2:
- Make a very large fort with my surplus of boxes and sheets. Jthan told me he is probably going to make his apartment's room into a fort, so we can have the Two Towers (which is also appropriate since my apartment is called the "Pippin".
I guess that is all for now (except for awesome science-experiments in the kitchen).
Packing really sucks.
Also, I saw My Neighbor Totoro for the first time earlier. It was an amazing, enlightening experience that I will not soon forget.
This next month is going to be amazing.
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| Bid? |
[14 Jul 2008|10:27pm] |
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BIDOOF
BIDOOF BIDOOF
-Bidoof
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| There is a list |
[10 Jul 2008|01:29am] |
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Of people I don't like because they were stupid when I talked to them like 3 years ago.
Everytime I hear about one of these people I think "Man, I remember really not liking that person for ___________".
I start to wonder if maybe they changed, and if they are way cool now.
But they probably aren't.
And then I think "I'm glad I have cooler friends than that person".
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Also, I'm coming back home in 5 days. You might say "But you LIVE in Washington now!". And I would say "But home is where my amazing friends and Shipley's Doughnuts are".
See you there.
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| Hahahhahaha |
[01 Mar 2008|04:53pm] |
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I love A Softer World so very much.
Also, being 19 sucks.
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| Portland adventures |
[15 Feb 2008|10:29pm] |
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PART I - Downtown Portland, and Sonic
This leg of my journey was by far the tastiest. For those who aren't aware, I live in Olympia, WA, and the closest Sonic is 135 miles away from me, in a suburb of Portland, OR. I have long been deprived of the deliciously grease-ridden food that Sonic serves, and as such, I was in dire need of it. With my birthday coming up in 2 days, I decided to treat myself to a drive to Portland so I could get some of my favorite food.
The trip down wasn't so grand. I crossed a few bridges, nothing TOO interesting. The best part was actually getting there. I checked in to my hotel first, and then immediately drove to Sonic. There, I ordered 2 corn-dogs, a breakfast burrito, a chicken-toaster, and a blended-float. I am still feeling the deliciously overwhelming fat digest inside my stomach. Just the food alone would have made the trip more than worth it. But I figured since I drove ALL the way, I might as well go downtown.
As it turns out, downtown Portland is like downtown anywhere else. There are a few cool things, and everything else is EXTREMELY dull. The coolest part of Portland is Powell's bookstore. It is the self-proclaimed largest bookstore in the world. I would have to agree. The store is monstrous. I got lost in the science-fiction section. Seriously, every section has its OWN room. And these rooms are the size of a usual bookstore. I ended up spending like $75 on books. That, too, was completely worth it.
After the bookstore, I spent like an hour and a half navigating Oregon's FUCKED UP road system trying to get back to my hotel. Seriously, there are so many bridges, freeways, and one-way roads EVERYWHERE YOU TURN. It was annoying. OH ALSO, GOTHS. GOTHS EVERYWHERE. I SAW SO MANY SOUL-DARKIES WHEN I WAS THERE(in downtown) IT WAS RIDICULOUS. At least 30 anyway. Some of them even had canes.
I got back to the hotel, where I thought my adventures for the day had ended. But I was WRONG.
PART 2 - The Hotel
Upon arriving back at the hotel, I find a large congregation of fat men with mustaches. I automatically assumed it was a bear-convention, and I guess I was HALF-right. Motorcycle show or something. Anyway, they are unimportant to my tale. There is this small room in the lobby of the hotel filled with goodness. And by goodness, I mean food. They had all kinds of food in there. And the door was WIDE OPEN. Naturally, I assume all open-doored rooms are fair game and went in. I was inspecting a box of wheat thins when a hotel-employee rudely poked me on the arm and told me I was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE ROOM(even though the door was open). I informed her of my policy of open doors, to which she replied "Well the door has a sign on it that says 'Employees Only'". The sign was not visible because of the door being open, though. I would win this game one way or another. I decided it was best to concede back to my room for a few hours and take a nap before trying to get food.
Upon waking, I hurriedly rushed down the stairs, intent on getting my box of Wheat Thins. To my dismay, I found the door closed. It also had a sign on it that said "Employees Only". So I did the thing anyone would do. I went to the front desk and said, in a rather desperate tone, "Sir, there is a box of Wheat Thins behind that door and I would like to eat them". He replied, "The wheat thins are $2.50, sir". I said "Ok. I still want them", and he went to fetch them.
While I was waiting, the other person at the desk, a lady in her 40s, was on the phone. I didn't hear the whole conversation, but from what I could tell, she was very annoyed. She ended the conversation with "Ok, ok ma'am, someone will be right up, please be patient". After hanging up, she sighed, and then started yelling for the hotel maintenance. "ROOM 404 CALLED AGAIN. THEIR TOILET IS BACKED UP. HURRY AND GET UP THERE". I could barely contain myself. This was the opportunity of a lifetime for me. I quickly turned to her and said "Room 404: Plumbing not found!". I laughed myself a-frenzy. She didn't think it was so humorous though. Oh well, fuck her. The point is, I got my Wheat Thins, my Sonic, and some really cool books. OPERATION PORTLAND = SUCCESS.
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| TO PORTLAND! |
[14 Feb 2008|05:18pm] |
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So tomorrow, I will depart on my grand adventure to Portland, OR.
This is my birthday present to myself. The adventure shall include:
- A trip to Sonic, the main purpose of my 135 mile journey
- A trip to the WORLDS LARGEST BOOKSTORE, HELL YES (which I am pretty sure is also the name)
- I actually don't really know what else is in Portland. All I care about is Sonic and the bookstore.
EXPECT PICTURES.
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| College + Valentines Day = Butt lube. |
[14 Feb 2008|09:31am] |
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Seriously. Packs of it.
Butt lube, condoms, anal-dams all for FREE.
Personally, I always thought Valentines Day was about being sweet and giving cards, but according to this pamphlet I picked up, it is more about GIVING STDs.
Excerpt from the Oral-Sex pamphlet:
"We're talking genitals.
We're talking sexual feelings and responses.
And--HELLO--it's called ORAL SEX."
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| "Join the Kevolution" |
[13 Feb 2008|05:35pm] |
At first, I saw a few "Kevin Harris" tags around. On the ceiling of the Community Recreation Center, the side of the urinal stall, maybe on a bench. But now, Kevin Harris is everywhere.
Someday, I will find out who Kevin Harris is, and I will ask him "Why is your name everywhere?"
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| Ok, guys. Confession time. |
[02 Feb 2008|01:25am] |
I am totally addicted to Bonnie Tyler's music.
Total Eclipse of the Heart has been stuck in my head for at least three months.
Seriously, what the hell?
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| Oldhat fashions. |
[18 Jan 2008|10:48pm] |
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I've been having these weird nostalgic moments.
I remember things that people used to like in high school. Things I used to like. Things we used to do that I never gave any second-thought to until now.
I remember people used to like obscure new bands every week.
I remember one of my friends burned me a CD with a bunch of weird songs on it, and I would listen to it in Driver's Ed. It had Interpol, and I really hated it. I didn't tell my friend that, though.
On the topic of music I never really got into, I remember another friend used to ask me to burn CDs with bands that I wasn't quite familiar with/didn't care about. Xiu Xiu was one of the bands. They were OK, but at that point in my life, my mind wasn't really open to music like that.
I remember the first time I ever slept over at a friend's house in high school. The friends I made there were better friends than I could ever imagine having. I woke up the next morning and it was raining. I remember that whenever it rains... and I miss my friends.
I remember how sometimes I would feel sad that I couldn't share old memories with my friends because I came from a different school district. I would wonder if someday we could have old memories to share together... And now that we do, I still feel sad because now they are just memories.
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| "Fuze" |
[14 Jan 2008|09:03am] |
First, let me start off by saying UUUUUUUUUUURRRGGGGGHH. That is how I currently feel. That is not how I felt upon waking this morning.
When I woke up, it was more like "Ugh". No r's. No stomach ache. No wanting to vomit my lungs onto my laptop. I just didn't want to go to school. But I did.
And that led to the biggest mistake I have made this year.
I was really thirsty, and I wanted something fruity-tasting to drink. Since Evergreen didn't offer any carbonated strawberry concoction, I chose "FUZE". Bad choice. First of all, it tastes like rotten strawberries(and bananas) "fuzed" with some kind of squash juice, if you could imagine. About 1/3 of the way into it, I thought "Man, this really sucks". 2/3 done and I thought "Oh my god, my stomach is on fire". I didn't finish it.
Now I have to sit here until 3 waiting for it to go away. Thank gods there is a bathroom nearby.
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