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whut [Jun. 30th, 2008|02:41 am]
wake up, america!


dis be renee
tabbys little sister

whut up naga

um i aint black

did i say black?

wtf its the same

no it's not

vulger mouth you have

google naga
and see what it says
tiny person

its probably some kind of taco

well you're wrong about the taco
try again
click that
and type in "NAGA"
4 letters
easy stuff here

well some ones grumpy

i'm just trying to help you out, ma'am
fill you in
about naga's

North American Grappling Association

alright that's not right



im not no gosh darn reptile


hahaha no
are you pretty


cuz your bro sure is

that's not really a lie

what sir

i guess my brother is quite pretty
but no
i am a man
and thusly i have no time for prettiness


but i try to be as handsome as possible at work, you see
for i am a garson
a waiter
of the...well not the highest degree, but i'm pretty awesome



whats that mean?

www.dictionary.com "foiled"

well i dont rap things in foil only saran rap
or im confuzzed

foil 1 (foil)
tr.v. foiled, foil·ing, foils
1. To prevent from being successful; thwart.
2. To obscure or confuse (a trail or scent) so as to evade pursuers.
n. Archaic
1. A repulse; a setback.
2. The trail or scent of an animal.
[Middle English foilen, to trample, defile, variant of filen, to defile; see file3.]

i know your so demanding

i know right? what's up with that ;P

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ahem [Jun. 26th, 2008|12:06 pm]
wake up, america!
monday night around 10:30 i got a call form marc. he amahl and dustin were attempting to write a script for a little short film they wanted to do. of course they actually didn't have any ideas, so they called me to get some concepts, or in other words to develop a storyline, characters, setting...you know, everything. so we spend about 2 hours doing that; i wrote up a synopsis and the introduction scene where you meet the main char

everything so farCollapse )

so anyway they come over tuesday to refine the script; we end up just drinking coffee and going to some 48 hour film festival party; i met a lot of actors and a few producers/electricians, and it was also pretty fun. i got to see a clip of john goodman from a yet-to-be-released film titled "Girls Gone Vampire," which sounds like a winner to me, and Chris Brown called me out "YOU THINK YOU'RE A RAPPER?!"

marc stayed over and all day yesterday we helped my dad mow the lawn and took care of my little brother while we drove my stepsister all over the world looking for handles for a box she's making. yeah, that looks a lot stupider when you type it out...after we got back from handle-shopping marc and i went to see "The Love Guru", which was actually pretty hilarious if you have enjoyed mike myers movies in the past. we came home, i set my alarm, and to sleep we went!

cut to this morning, i wake up to a call from Zea; it's 15 minutes after my shift began. so i call back and tell them i'm on my way; my manager tells me, "Unless you really need the money, you can just stay at home. It's no big deal." so i decided that i would stay here, obviously, to write this lovely LJ entry.

to be honest i probably wouldn't have made twenty dollars today anyway; i work tomorrow night so i can worry about my cashflow then.

and now i'm done with this entry, so everyone who was so entrapped, i'm sorry, but you have to find something new to do now. maybe catch a movie, or sing a little tune that will make you smile.

seriously, leave me alone...



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:( [Jun. 23rd, 2008|01:33 am]
wake up, america!




i never got to meet you, or even see one of your shows live, but the lessons that you taught me and the light that you shed on the world will not be forgotten..

..farewell, unseen father-type-figure....

RIP George Carlin - Comedic Genius - June 22, 2008
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last night [Jun. 12th, 2008|12:50 pm]
wake up, america!
so last night i was invited to a party at daphne's house to play some beer pong. needless to say it was a blast. i hung out with all of my old co-workers and buddies from work, played some mario kart, and probably drank a few too many beers, haha. somehow i never actually played beer pong though...ah well, i cheered at one point at least, so that was a good time.

i miss all those guys a lot; they are definitely a cool bunch.

at around 3am i got into the car and started making my way back to the apt; daphne needed to awaken for the small ones sometime this morning so she had to shut everything down. i went to BK and got a whopper before continuing back to the abode of marc and johnny and passing out.

my dream last night was really awesome; i drempt of the girl of my dreams; LITERALLY. i can't really describe anything about the way she looked or anything about that, all i can describe is the feeling that i had when i was next to her; it was something amazing that i haven't felt in billions of millenia.


hopefully i'll see you again, dream girl. maybe this time you won't have to visit through my dreams..
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harump [Jun. 6th, 2008|05:16 pm]
wake up, america!
i went to nicholl's to get some info about their education program and get my fafsa forms; i'll be filling that out tonight.

i worked this morning, but i was pretty lame and awful; i had 4 tables, one being a 7 top. overall it was just easy, nothing more.

paid off my seatbelt violation ticket today. i also deposited 100 dollars into my checking account and set up a 25 dollar checking to savings transaction each month on the 15th.

i bought a philip k. dick 4piece novel and also acquired the 4th manga of the Gunsmith Cats series; i have been trying to play EQ but without a pc or dibbz having it available i'm basically SoL ;/

mario kart is best played with the wheel, believe it or not.

also, i am very bored

and i don't know what to do with myself


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bored [Jun. 1st, 2008|03:21 am]
wake up, america!
stardate 61173533808
i have work tomorrow at 11:30am and i work a double shift ;o

i am pretty indifferent about that; i'm actually pretty excited to be going to work and that i have a pretty good job for once; my dad is currently unemployed. he's had an issue with high blood pressure recently; tonight i thought how it was kinda a blessing that he had been given this time free of work and my step brother, nathan, and that he should use this time to help relieve some of his stress and just calm down and enjoy himself. he's been working hard and trying to raise a family for a long time, and it's catching up to him. he needs to take some time off and just do something fun. perhaps i could devise a journey which we could partake; something fun but close enough that we could do it in a few days.

i've been thinking about going back to school again; my mom says that she'll help me get back in. there's a program called teachers of america or something of that gist that will apparently pay for all of my student loans as long as i teach in this state for 5 years after i graduate. i suppose the real question that arrives is, "Do I want to be here in this state for at least the next 9 years?" it's not that i have anything against louisiana; it's my home, after all. the one thing that really attaches itself in my mind is katrina and the knowledge that it's very possible that the same events which sent this whole part of the united states into turmoil just a few years back will happen again; potentially more devastating this time around. i also feel the need for adventure in my life; while pursuing college is an adventure in itself, pursuing the world is an adventure that seems to shadow the college adventure.

logically i suppose you would take the steps and go through college to later pursue the world; but then i wonder if it's really right to plan for the unknown? should you go towards the things you "know" you can make happen or do you realize that it all depends on what happens the day after tomorrow anyway and get lost in the tides of time? if you have faith than you should accomplish exactly what it was you were bound to accomplish anyway, so what's the point of try to pretend that we can really predict the twists and turns life will give us? is the world exciting enough to pull you away from your sound and logical mind and trust nothing but your willpower and faith?

ANYWAY; i'm thinking of heading into school for an education degree with a specialization in "Earth and Space/Environmental Science"; i would be learning to teach and mentor high school level students, and i think that might be something that i would find quite fulfilling and amazing to do with myself. i feel that i am well suited to be a teacher, and i think it would give me a generous amount of variety while allowing me to continue my education and perhaps move up and teach college; not to mention that i receive the summers and holidays off. overall i could see education as something that would satisfy me, and i'm fairly excited about it. i just don't want to get excited and get into something and have it all washed away and destroyed; not to mention that i have to worry especially hard due to the fact that i would be taking advantage of that program. let's say something happens and the organization goes down; i get stuck with student loans and i have no way to pay them, you know? ah well; it's not worth worrying about quite yet. we'll see how this year goes; then perhaps i'll make my decision on whether i should commit another 9 years into this place or not.

i recently bought mario kart wii; i have been playing on classic controller but i might start playing with the wiimote; it seems that everyone who's in a top ranking position online uses the wiimote. online mode is flawless, by the way; the lag is practically null and i have never been stuck in a que for more than a minute or so. there is a regional or a worldwide setting, and each mode have very short que times. 2 people can play from one wii, 2-12 people are selected at the beginning of each race; each race a few leave, a few stay, and a few join in. as far as level selection goes, you can either choose a random track, or select one of the tracks that is your "best" or "faveeee"; each person casts their vote, then the vote is determined by CLASSIC NINTENDO ROULETTE.



i'm done with the ramblefest

if anyone else has mario kart wii, recite to me your NUMERALS!

we shall fight; IN THE NIGHT!
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dreamss [May. 27th, 2008|02:20 pm]
wake up, america!
marc and i are playing a game the game is on pc and is designed sort of like a ddr-esque game involving both keyboard and mouse movements. it is a sonic game, we are attempting to unlock the final stage; in which you use a car to grind across the final boss and attack him from the back.

hai shows up and i ask him to help, but he is too busy waiting for his girlfriend to show up with the "happy pills"

i say "the pills that make lasers awesome?"

"oh yeah"

we continue playing; marc and i are now in the same area that we were in in the game before, but now we are having a gun battle; shotguns only apparently. i defeat marc; my next opponents are will smith and some little white kid. this battle is a little harder, as we now have multiple weapons;

divination rod: the divination rod is a peripheral used in this game that has a keypad of 9 buttons. each button that is pressed is bound to a specific weapon class; from shotguns and automatic weapons to grenades and even proximity mines.

weapons used in this battle; shotgun, uzi (6), grenade, remote grenade (9), pistol

will smith fires at me with a shotgun; i hide behind a wall, come out, and load him up with a full clip from my uzi; each bullet wound appears on his form, but he doesn't flinch. this is, after all, a game.

i persuade him and the kid to chase me around a corner, leaving a remote bomb. i detonate it; their bodies fly forward and land near me. i walk up to will smith and place my shotgun to his head, but i am out of ammo. i then take out my pistol and out a bullet through each of them, winning the game.
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ijkdlas [May. 18th, 2008|12:34 am]
wake up, america!



so i get to work; the table has already begun to show up. i get clocked in and start making love to the brains of my lovely guests.

the party goes very smoothly; time comes for checks and i forget to add the gratuity onto the ticket. my guests ask me about a grat, i tell them that i forgot to add it and i would appreciate their contributions; each one of them tipped me "decently".

the table was then reconfigured for another big table; myself and a co-worker [adam a] took the table together. i ended up with a table filled with children; this was one of the most annoying things i have ever done in my life. to describe to you how annoying it actually was would be impossible, because there are not words to describe it; only angry fucking swears and random stab wounds; but i will bring you the worst of the entire ordeal; at one point in the night, as i was checking on my children, one of the little girls [who was maybe 3] actually walked up and snuck me in the nuts. I ACTUALLY WAS PUNCHED IN THE BALLS BY A TINY BLACK GIRL TONIGHT!

the rest of the party went ok, i cleaned up everything, ended up making 56 bucks on this table. i go to check how much i made on the table earlier that night.




i went to the back, did my silver and ribnaps, and then came to the front to do my sidework. this girl, alex, who is not only a bartender but a VERY CUTE ONE says, "Hey Frank, why did you put this paper in the calculator sideways?"

"What?" i replied.

"Well Mike here says that you put the paper in the calculator sideways..."

[CAP ON MIKE - mike is like a 40 year old man who's about to be a father, and he's pretty fucking nuts, but he's cool. the first night i worked with him i stole one of his tables and he almost stabbed me. i'm pretty sure he threatened to rip my heart out, or something to that extent..


i walk up behind mike, who is on the computer fixing something for one of his tables, "I'm coming for you first, Mike. I'm gonna come in when you're not expecting it, and i'm just gonna break you. Once you're broken i'm gonna drink your spinal fluid, and after you drop i'm gonna crack your skull open and eat your pituitary gland before running into the mall and going completely apeshit ;3"

he turned and looked at me, and i smiled at him before patting his shoulder and walking away. Alex looked at me in that "WHAT THE FUCK" kind of way and said, "Frank, you scare me..."

I laughed, "Aww come on, i'm just joking!" INSERT PAUSE "OR AM I?! YOU DON'T KNOW! HAHAHA"

that's the last i saw of her tonight. i'd say it went over well.

i finished up my work and went home; i have off until tomorrow at 3. i'm bored as shit. i went to dibbz for a while, but after realizing that there was nothing worthwhile to keep me there i left. i'm now sitting at home, drinking beer and posting in my LJ.

i am so fucking awesome, you guys.
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dkg [May. 17th, 2008|02:12 pm]
wake up, america!
so i am on my third day of working double shifts.

thursday was worthless; i picked up a shift for a girl who's getting married; i coulnd't really say no. no one else at the restaurant wanted to take the shift, and i coulnd't let her be late for her wedding because no one would be kind enough to pick up a shift for her. $30 all day.

friday morning i made 50 bucks working in the 90 section, went to get some chinese for lunch; ate with one of our bus boys. friday night i was in the 90 section again; i had tables all night. at around 8:30 everything stopped; i did all of my side work/rib napkins/silverware and was basically ready to go. i notice that there's a party setup in my section so i go to inquire; there's a 15 top coming in, and guess who gets to take it? me.

[side bitch: now i don't know how many of you have ever worked at a restaurant before, but when you're a waiter and you get good at what you do you come to realize that everyone's happiness in that place depends on the work that you all, as a team, put into the restaurant. we were having a contest to see who could run the most food last night; so of course the bitches who never run food were all over the place stealing food from under people's noses, and running food so fast that it actually messed with the general flow of the restaurant. in the meantime, there is running sidework that we're all supposed to do, such as running plates, getting ice, and being sure that everything is stocked and appropriate; no one in the entire restaurant was doing any of this but me. i ran plates, ice, glasses, and lemons all night long and, even when i confronted my managers about it, nothing changed. i worked from 11:30am until 11pm last night with an 1:30 break yesterday, so as you might be able to imagine i was quite tired. i did manage to clear 100 dollars yesterday, though, so all in all i guess it was worth it.


back to the party; turns out that the 15 top doesn't show up by 9:15; but just for luck's sake an 8 top comes in to take their place. at the table is this kid who is ass deep in a book who refuses to talk; i come to realize at some point during the meal that he must be a victim of ASSBURGERS syndrome, because he has the ability and the reasoning to co-exist, but instead chooses to ignore reality and stay lodged deep within his mind. his family did all the talking for him, so it wasn't just a good book. this kid sucked down root beers and water for a good 20 minutes so fast that by the time i walked away from the table i was headed back into the kitchen to conjure up another drink; this went on until his sister took his glass from him and told him he was a dick. i inquired with the kitchen whether i could request a poisoning, but i was denied. damn the luck.

so anyway i got a 24 dollar grat on that table; left work and went to dibbz for a while; call of duty 4 is the scrubbiest game i have ever played, but i played it anyway because i just needed to kill someone.

[side note: i quit smoking. i haven't had a cigarette in a week and i don't want to have one at all. the withdrawls are basically over, but i am still coughing up awful things and generally feel very exhausted and very sick. overall, however, i'm excited, and i really can't wait to be completely over this entire thing and on the path of "nonsmoking"]

when i got home last night i threw my clothes in the wash so that i wouldn't have to wake up so early this morning, put on some classic weird al, and drifted off into dream land.

9:40am - i awaken, throw my clothes in the dryer, and return to the internet to check my email, etc. i end up falling asleep, waking up just in time to be late for work. i curse zues and call my manager, who is in the middle of pre-shifting all of the people who WEREN'T late for work. i take a shower, iron my clothes, get dressed, call back to confirm that i am coming in, and get on the road to work.

12:30pm - i make it to work only to find out that i'm in a 3-table section in the backass part of the restaurant where i would have made no money regardless.

[this is really making me pissed. not only am i a competent, excellent waitier, but i have proven that i can handle the more hardcore sections of the restaurant. the more i prove myself, the more they fuck me over; and yet i continue to make money 9/10 times. it's just irritating because i could be making 2x the money that i am making if i were to just be placed in a decent section.]

my manager repremands me, tells me she understands, and puts IN MY PERMANANT FILE [oh no!] that i was an hour late. i wait around from 12:30 - 1:30 without a table, never even being clocked in. my manager tells me that i can go, but i need to be back by 3:30, 2 hours earlier than i was originally scheduled, for a 25 top with a co-worker. i stumbled out, tired, had some sbarro's, walked around the mall for a while, and realized that i wanted to bomb something. in other words i think i might be in the world's greatest mood; the kind of mood that causes 9/11's.

i drove around singing "ONE MORE MINUTE - al yankovic" until i reached dibbz, and here i am, 23 minutes remaining on my account, posting a blog on livejournal before i return to my place of employment.

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because princess jasmine did it... [May. 15th, 2008|03:47 pm]
wake up, america!
You entered: Frank Anthony DiNicola III
There are 23 letters in your name.
Those 23 letters total to 124
There are 10 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:Teutonic Male Free.
Latin Male Diminutive of Francis: meaning from France, or free one.
French Male A diminutive of the Latin Francis, meaning Frenchman or free one. Famous bearer: American singer Frank Sinatra.
English Male Diminutive of Franklin: Free land-owner.

Your number is: 7

The characteristics of #7 are: Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.

The expression or destiny for #7:
Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.

If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.

Your Soul Urge number is: 6

A Soul Urge number of 6 means:
With a number 6 Soul Urge, you would like to be appreciated for your ability to handle responsibility. Your home and family are likely to be a strong focus for you, perhaps the strongest focus of your life. Friendship, love, and affection are high on your list of priorities for a happy life. You have a lot of diplomatic tendencies in your makeup, as you a able to rectify and balance situations with an innate skill. You like working with people rather than by yourself. It is extremely important for you to have harmony in your environment at all times.

The positive side of the 6 Soul Urge produces a huge capacity for responsibility; you are always there and ready to assume more than your share of the load. If you possess positive 6 Soul Urges and express them, you are known for your generosity, understanding and deep sympathetic attitude. Strong 6 energy is very giving of love, affection, and emotional support. You may have the inclination to teach or serve your community in other idealistic ways. You have natural abilities to help people. You are also likely to have artistic and creative leanings.

If you have an over-supply of 6 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative traits common to this number. With such a strong sympathetic attitude, it is easy to become too emotional. Sometimes the desires to render help can be over done, and it can become interfering and an attitude that is too protective, rather than helpful. The person with too much 6 energy often finds that people tend to take advantage of this very giving spirit. You may tend to repress your own needs so that you can cater to the demands from others. At times, there may be a tendency in this, for becoming over-loaded with such demands, and as a result become resentful.

Your Inner Dream number is: 1

An Inner Dream number of 1 means:
You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself.
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