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| Saturday, June 23rd, 2007 |
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I was on Myspace yesterday and I came across a profile for a girl I used to work with, except it was dedicated to her memory. You can go back to June 2003 in my journal and read about a girl named Amanda Pinson who I worked with at Pasta House and hung out with a couple times. That made her different to me because she was the only person I ever hung out with outside work. Shortly thereafter, she left for basic training in the U.S. Army. I hadn't seen her in about three years when I found out yesterday she died in Iraq on March 16, 2006 when a mortar round detonated. In looking through her profile, I came to find out she might have been married and she had a couple nieces who she obviously cared about. And it's such a shame what war has taken from that family. As for me, I was uncertain how to react to the news. She was someone who was important to me at that time and part of a special memory in my life (Pointfest 15). It's mostly just, "wow, that sucks...this is unbelievable...she was so young..." and so on. As for her, she'll be fine. She was a sweet girl and wanted to be of help to her country. Wherever it is our souls go after we die, hers is in peace somewhere. I just feel for her family, that they had to lose her so young. www.myspace.com/amandapinson |
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| Friday, June 15th, 2007 |
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This Father's Day I'm thankful for my dad's health. He recently had a successful operation to deal with a hernia. Now I'm off to St. Louis for the weekend to go see him and my friends. Everybody with parents who are even remotely good at their role should feel blessed. Though I don't think about it every day or anything, every now and then it hits me just how fortunate I am to have parents who sacrificed to no end to make my life and my sister's life better and give us the chance to do the same in the future for our kids. |
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| Sunday, April 29th, 2007 |
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Well...today started out in a pretty sobering fashion. I found out Josh Hancock, who is a relief pitcher for the Cardinals, died in a car accident this morning. That's very unfortunate. The game tonight, obviously, is postponed. This is the second time in 5 years the Cardinals have lost a player during the season. Hancock may not have been as high profile as Darryl Kile was. But he'll be missed just the same and his death is just as unfortunate. I'll always remember him for the pitcher he was. He did a great job helping the team win the World Series last yea. I hear Hancock was an easy-going, fun guy. I hope that his soul will be in peace. And that his family and teammates will find the strength to get through a tough time. |
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| Monday, August 7th, 2006 |
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I wrote this on the message board of Shallowbay.com, the official website of Breaking Benjamin. It's a review of Pointfest on Saturday, August 5th. So I went to this one with Matt (Vettehead), Clay (Happy?), and three of their friends. We took our spots in the pit by 2:45 and didn't give them up all day. Just to remove all doubt, TSB owned the pit. I ran into a few other members, including some cool as hell guys from Illinois who have a band called Vantage Point I think. Evans Blue (3:45)- I think they get a bad rap. Their album is fantastic and I think, with a better microphone for the lead singer, their live show would be excellent. Despite the bad equipment, I think they did very well. Their songs are very good. Buckcherry (4:45)- These guys represent sex, drugs, and rock n roll in every way. They have a ton of energy and play damn good rock songs. The sun was probably its hottest while they were playing, but they got the crowd stirred up and pumped. We'll all remember the dude climbing in the rafters of the pavilion. I'm just glad he didn't go overboard and jump. Great set from Buckcherry. And "Crazy Bitch" was a lot of fun once they fixed the equipment error. And I liked how they incorporated a couple other songs into it right before they finished with the chorus. Blue October (5:45)- I think these guys were pleasant surprise. Yeah, they were boring and they dragged for the first couple songs. But the last three were really good and two of them had amazing beats. And I think the singer won the crowd over by confronting those hecklers in the pit. I don't get the whole twitching gimmick that the singer does. But other than that, they were not bad. Hurt (6:45)- I think I'm gonna pick up their record because their set was intense, passionate, and the songs were impressive. They lived up to all the good reviews I've heard from friends about their other Pointfest performance earlier in the year. Three Days Grace (7:45)- Two words: *show stealers. The asterisk refers to the show before Breaking Benjamin. Everyone was standing for them. They only played a half hour. But they had a lot of energy and everyone loved them. There must have been about 20 people crowdsurfed to the front of the pit during their set (one by one, mind you). 3DG had the entire crowd in their hands with "I Hate Everything About You." Breaking Benjamin (8:45)- Ladies and gentlemen, THE MAIN EVENT! Let's not shit ourselves, this was the main attraction. The buzz during the intermission after 3DG was extremely noticeable. By 8:30, I was looking around and I saw people (including myself) hopping in place, dancing around, I tell you the anticipation was literally visible. I can't spreak for everyone else, but the conversations in the pit were all about the BB setlist and "Fuck I can't wait" and whatnot. About 10 of us from TSB spotted Freddie onstage and started chanting his name. Got a nod and a smile from him. When the lights went out, the crowd erupted. Within seconds, a "Benjamin" chant began. Honestly, the excitement was so intense I can't remember if Ben addressed us before or after they played "Polyamorous." But whenever it was, the lights came on over the stage and the crowd and I looked back. EVERY SINGLE PERSON was standing, all the way to the back of the lawn. They've played UMB several times, but they were clearly amazed by the outpouring of support. After "Natural Life" there was an unrelenting "Shallow Bay" chant. As said before, Ben did a little talking and expressed a great deal of gratitude. This was a smart crowd from what I could tell too. There was no intro to "Topless" yet several people were singing the words, at least most of us in the pit. We all know the two hotbeds for Breaking Benjamin in America: Pennsylvania and St. Louis. And going by last night's show alone, I think the crowd intensity could match, if not surpass, that of any given homecoming show in PA ever. The St. Louis crowd brought it hard last night and Breaking Benjamin gave it right back to us with the greatest show they've ever done in this city. Those of you who I met yesterday, I hope you had as much fun as I did. And hopefully your vocal chords are still intact because mine were shot by the end of "Natural Life." Staind (10:15)- Their getting the headlining spot wasn't a big deal to me. BB got to play a full set and I had a fucking fantastic time and that's what mattered to me. Just because I think BB deserved top billing didn't mean I was gonna take it out on Staind. They delivered like they always do and put on a great show. They played all their biggest hits except "Epiphany." I really liked the acoustic cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb." They were a nice bonus to everything we'd already seen. And let's face it, we all wore ourselves out completely during the Breaking Benjamin set so we needed the slow songs to rest a little. It all built up to "Mudshovel" at the end where everyone went wild one last time. By the way, Chad and Mark stuck around to watch Staind play. We could see them backstage just off to the side. And yes, Chad was playing air drums. Mark was just kinda groovin and having a cold one. Great edition of Pointfest, front to back. Loved it. Here are some pics. Click the link. http://colum.facebook.com/album.php?a |
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| Thursday, April 27th, 2006 |
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I don't complain much. And as long as I can help it, I don't think I'm ever going to complain about my life ever again. I just watched this documentary called Dark Days. It's about a group of people in New York City who live underground, many of whom have lived there for years and don't even seem interested in getting out. They don't just sit down there either, they build little houses for themselves, completely furnished, with electricity and running water. The film is basically a diary of their way of life. They talk about how what they do to earn money above ground. They bathe themselves, cook clean food. And they have dogs and eachother as friends. It just gives me a whole new perspective on the homeless and my own life too. I mean, if these people can have such good attitudes and make the best of their lives when they live under the damn ground, then how can any of us justify getting so upset about the trivial shit in our lives that so many less fortunate people would give anything to have? |
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| Tuesday, March 21st, 2006 |
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So I'm on spring break in tropical St. Louis. Ah, that's a lie. I'm on spring break in freaking frozen-as-shit St. Louis. It snowed and sleeted last night, yet there were tornadoes and warm weather in the area just last week. And yet, there's nowhere I'd rather be (except for in Florida to watch Cardinals spring training games). I fucking love St. Louis. It's nice to have a break from school too. Classwork has piled on so much--I had two midterms and three big papers due last week-- and I even have claswork I need to do over the break. But the hell with it...I'll do it in a few days. Things are great right now. It's almost springtime. Baseball season starts in a couple weeks, which means I'll be going to work at the stadium. And then it's three months in St. Louis for the summer. Beautiful. |
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| Saturday, February 18th, 2006 |
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Do you ever find yourself so bored that you go back and read LJ entries that you wrote years ago? I do. I just did. And do you ever read those entries and say to yourself, "wow, I was a complete tool?" I do. I just did. I was definitely a pathetic little wuss when it came to girls I liked. Somebody should've punched that version of me in the face. That was a perfect example of what mindset NOT to have about girls. I don't understand how some people can have such intense emotions about someone they've known for such a short time. It just leads to unnecessary pain when you get shot down. I'm glad I'm not like that anymore. I didn't have the best mindset four years ago. |
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| Tuesday, February 14th, 2006 |
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I hope you all have a great Tuesday. Single or not, whatever...have a great TUESDAY. Apparently this is National Love Day in America. Well you love the people you love every other day of the year too. This day is NOT that big a deal. Once again, I hope everyone has an unbelievable and incredible TUESDAY! |
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| Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 |
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Son of a B, I haven't written in this thing in a while (excuse my use of harsh letters). Since last time, I've gone home to St. Louis for winter break and come back to Chicago with school starting back up. I've been having a good time. I'm taking good classes, keeping busy, looking into my summer plans which may or may not involve staying in Chicago depending on when I can get an appartment for next school year, and I just heard about the job fair for the next season at Busch Stadium. So it's up in the air now what I'll be doing this summer. I have a job in St. Louis, but I need to set up a home in Chicago for the next year. We'll see how it goes. Throw in there the Trapt concert I'm going to in a few weeks and Spring Training beginning in exactly two weeks and it's just a damn good time to be alive. As Tom West would say, Hell yeah and yeehaw! |
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| Thursday, December 8th, 2005 |
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Well it’s officially gone. It only took about a month, and now old Busch Stadium is a pile of rubble. I watched the live video feed on KSDK.com last night and the last section went down at about 12:25 a.m. It’s hard to believe it’s come, the official end of an era. So long. Here’s to all my memories from old Busch and all those that I can expect at new Busch.   
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| Tuesday, December 6th, 2005 |
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I have a decision to make. Is it worth it to take the Greyhound bus from Chicago all the way to St. Louis (about $85 round trip) and pay $15 for a ticket plus gas money to drive from St. Louis to Columbia, MO to see Trapt play? That's more than a $100 investment to see Trapt live, which I haven't done before and have been waiting to do for a long time. I don't even know why I'm asking myself if it's worth it. I know I'll end up going because they're too good to pass up and I have friends at MU who I can visit. |
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| Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 |
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| 21st birthday on a Tuesday means it's just like every other day. Oh well. The real celebration is this weekend. Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. Blues game on Saturday. And some drinking mixed in there. Maybe a strip club. I'm contemplating. | ||||||
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| Friday, October 21st, 2005 |
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At first I didn't think I'd be coming back into town if the Cardinals lost their game on Wednesday. But I ended up coming in to help with inventory at the stadium and I am so glad I did. It's kind of a strange feeling now, knowing that the stadium is only three weeks away from being torn down. It seemed like only yesterday that I was beginning my job there on opening day. How did the season go by so fast? And why did it have to end too soon? It could've been worse though. I remember being angrier than I've ever been in my life watching games 3 through 5 in Houston. But then Pujols hit that home run and allowed St. Louis to say goodbye to Busch Stadium in style with one more game. And I watched the game with so much calmness. I couldn't believe I was taking the loss so well. The Astros shut the Cards down, and yet, it didn't seem to hurt very bad. I think I felt just like all 53,000 people who were at the game, I was just happy to see the stadium one last time. For one last game. And after watching the fans cheer and carry on in spite of being dominated by the Astros out of sheer appreciation for where they were, I knew I had to come back for one last day inside the stadium. Mitchell and I got there at 11:00 in the morning Thursday. We were there for work and right away we saw that everyone else was too. Barely more than 12 hours after the final game there had ended, they were removing seats to mail off to auction winners, removing the padding from the outfield wall, and the grass was being torn out in a couple places. It was so weird to see how quick the process began. On the way to the retail office we passed by tons and tons of fan graffiti. And I'm not talking about the bad kind. I'm talking about signatures. Notes written TO the stadium. Written to Busch Stadium because, yes, it was considered a friend to so many people who love the Cardinals...and even some who don't love the Cardinals but love the good time they have attending a game at Busch. Few things were left unsigned. Writing covers pillars, walls, foul poles, the infield tarp, seats, bleacher benches...anything that can be reached. Busch Stadium was undoubtedly special to millions of people. Myself included. You can find my signature on a pillar right inside Gate 1 behind the right field bleachers. That's where I stood when I watched Game 7 of last year's NLCS. Mitchell and I did our work. We took all the merchandise out of our cart for counting and return. While we did, several fans stopped by the gate and peeked inside for a final glimpse of the field. A man passed his camera in to Mitchell and asked him to snap pictures of the field. A news reporter and a photographer stopped by and took pictures of us working. Anything going on inside or around the stadium is news in this town. Eventually we finished with inventory. But after that, there was no doubt in either of our minds what to do next. We weren't going home. We were going down to the field. The thing I really love about this is that we weren't alone at all. Anyone who was on the job that day who didn't have some immediate work to do was in the seats near the field, if not ON the field. Grown men in casual office dress attire were playing mini-games in the infield with dusty men in construction clothes. Only a couple hundred feet from operating forklifts, a couple games of catch were going on. Mitchell and I were in the front row watching all this and a few other co-workers followed right behind us. We all moved down the third base line toward home plate and eventually found an opening in the fence and stepped onto the field. And it was probably an hour before we left. I'd only been on the field probably once in my life, but it was so long ago I can't remember enough about it. All I know is that I ran the bases after a game one afternoon when I was very young as part of a promotion. That's all I remember. I can't remember much about how I felt that day. But I'll never forget how I felt ten years later or however long it's been when I stood at home plate and swung my invisible bat while Mitchell led off of invisible first and we both rounded the bases like little kids all over again. Hell, I rounded the bases twice. I'll never forget going to the mound and pretending to psyche up like Al Hrabosky even though I never had the pleasure of seeing him play. I'll never forget standing at home plate and scanning the field then taking a skinny little pennant stick for a bat and assuming Albert Pujols's batting stance. I'll never forget standing on the top step of the Cardinals dugout and imagining Tony LaRussa's perspective of each and every game whether he was internally celebrating a good decision or frustratingly beginning his walk to the mound to take the ball from his pitcher. And I'll never forget finding that tennis ball and a plank of wood and pitching to Mitchell...and him pitching to me...hitting the ball weakly (because let's face it, it's a 18-inch piece of wood and a tennis ball), and dashing to first base to "reach on a swinging bunt." And I'll never forget running to Jim Edmonds's center field position and then to the exposed concrete outfield wall and realizing just how tall it is, feeling dwarfed by it, and then appreciating just how amazing players like Edmonds are to be able to scale that wall in one movement and get their glove above the top to rob a home run. Eventually we left. We didn't leave empty handed. We, like so many fans on Wednesday night, left with whatever pieces of or props from the stadium we could unhook or tear away from a wall. Mitchell left with a bag full of infield dirt and a cheap little decoration baseball from the bat-carving station in Family Pavilion. I left with the strike zone tarp from the radar booth game at Family Pavilion. Employees saw us, but damn sure didn't see any reason to stop us. Hell, if it was up to me, there would be ONE day before the destruction of the stadium where all the construction crews take a day off to get out of the way. The stadium gates would be open to the public so that any Cardinal fan to whom Busch Stadium has meant something would be able to go in and take a piece of history home with them. That's just what this stadium is to so many people. It's a part of our history, a part of our lives, a memory that will never go away as long as we can help it. It was the sight of my first ballgame. Some aesthetically-minded people focus on saying that it was and is an eyesore. As far as I'm concerned, it's beautiful even in its old age. Cracks, leaks, stains, and noises aside, I think the things that you see when sitting in any seat in the building are as pleasing to my eyes as anything else I can think of. That's what helped paint the pictures in my memories in addition to all the combinations of players that have made up the Cardinals teams I've been able to watch for as long as I can remember. For as long as I live, I'll never forget this edition of Busch Stadium, the cookie-cutter Busch. Why? Because of everything I've said so far PLUS...all the amazing things I've seen inside those walls: meeting a few players on BJC days, running the bases after a game, the double-header sweep of the Braves way back in the early early 90s with my whole family (one of the very few games I attended with every single member of my immediate family), the relaxing afternoon game against the Pirates when I was in 5th grade (it didn't even have any historical significance, I just remember it was one of the final games in Busch's astroturf era), the 8th grade field trip we took to a weekday afternoon game against the Rockies, the couple times I got to see Mark McGwire hit a home run in person, Cards/Cubs games, the game against the Braves with Mitchell and Josh in August '03 where Furcal turned the unassisted triple play and the Cardinals hit back to back homers off John Smoltz to come from behind late and win the game, NLCS Game 7 2004 with Matty, and working all those games in this 2005 season. On TV: the '96 playoffs, Ozzie's backflip, McGwire's home run chase in '98, the 2000 and 2001 playoffs, Jack Buck's poem on the first night back after 9/11, Darryl Kile's and Jack Buck's memorials and pregame tributes in 2002, the 2004 World Series run, and every amazing player who made the big catch that saved the game, the big pitch for the strikeout, or got the big hit to win the game. And finally, having a genuine connection with at least 30,000 people every time I'm there. Nothing brings people from all walks of life together like attending a baseball game. Nothing. I'll miss the place. And I'll never forget it.                       
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| Saturday, October 15th, 2005 |
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Wow, I somehow accidentally deleted a few paragraphs that I had written. There's no way I'm retyping it. Recap: School. Good. Intro to Sports Marketing. Good. AdCult good. Integrated Marketing. BAAAAD! I am hungry and excited for the Cardinals game which starts in t-minus 3 hours. Chevelle concert last night. Good. Will try to get a hold of Jamie and see if she wants to go see Waiting tonight. And my stomach just growled very loud in public. It's absolutely time to eat. |
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| Thursday, October 6th, 2005 |
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My dad is on some kind of a roll or something. He's been cracking me up the past couple weeks. Last week in the car: Dad: Just to let you know, I'm not wearing this baseball cap crooked to try to be hip or nothin. Me: Huh? Oh that's cool. Actually, from this angle I didn't even know it was crooked. Dad: I'm wearing it so it'll cover this band aid on my head. I got cut and I had go to the emergency room and get fixed up. Me: Well it's okay. It's the trend right now, but I don't think anyone will mistake you for a rapper or anything because of the crooked hat. Dad: Good. Actually, when we were at the bus station just now there was this colored guy looking at me kinda funny and I was thinking, "dang, fella. You and I both know I aint trying to cut in on your territory." And trust me, my dad is definitely NOT rapper material. As evidenced by this picture:  And then tonight we were talking about his cousin and how she's in kind of a financial mess but not doing anything to help herself out, just sitting on what's left of her uncle's inheritance. This is kinda Jeff Foxworthy-ish. My dad's side of the family is definitely the redneck side. Me: I remember being in her house one time. It was a mess. Not just a "mess." But a MESS. Dad: It still is. But back then she didn't have much money and she had dirt and everything else. Now she does have money and she's got so much crap. And that's literally what it is...crap. Me: Hmmm. Dad: I mean it looks like...I'm trying to think of the proper terminology for this. I mean, it looks like a damn Hoosier Taj Mahal. Me: *laughed my ass off* Well if you were going for politically correct, you didn't quite hit it on the head. But that was funny. Dad: *laughing too* I wasn't going for politically correct. I was going for descriptively correct. |
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| Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 |
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I really need to start paying attention to the news. I didn' even know Hurricane Rita had been upgraded to Category 5. Last I heard it was Category 4 and headed for Florida. Apparently it's now a 5 and about to hit Galveston. Bigger story, it's now affected my family. Just talked to my mom on the phone and got all the news. My younger sister goes to Texas A&M in Galveston. Needless to say, she's evacuated along with everyone else in the city. She's staying at a friend's house in Austin. So I need to talk to her. On some weird, unfortunate level...Katrina was a HUGE blessing in disguise, at least for my family. Who knows if Galveston would be evacuated if Katrina hadn't happened first and set the enormous example it did? I just thank God Hannah is safe far, FAR away from the coast. |
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| Wednesday, September 14th, 2005 |
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Suzie tagged me for this thing. So why the hell not? You're supposed to put down 20 random facts about yourself and then, however many minutes it takes you to fill out the list, that's how many people you ask to do their own list. 1) I have a bad habit of always buying a new CD folder that will only hold one or two more CDs than what I currently have, therefore making the one I just bought worthless once I buy another two albums. 2) I've come to the point where I'm debating whether or not Breaking Benjamin is my favorite band anymore. Chevelle is making a lot of noise. 3) 99 times out of 100, I will eat the ENTIRE box of mac and cheese. 4) I actually read a book yesterday that wasn't for school. 5) I am DYING for the baseball playoffs to begin. 6) I am still full from the spaghetti I at over an hour ago. It was a LOT. 7) I'm getting bored with this. 8) Sometimes I get bored easily. 9) I just BSed my way through three answers real quick. 10) I kinda miss being called "Kizarl" even though it makes no sense. 11) I've been listening to the Staind album repeatedly over the past couple weeks. 12) I'm too lazy to shave, so the beard is getting thick. 13) I don't even want to LOOK at my credit card statement. 14) I've been living on sandwiches lately. 15) I've discovered Potbelly Sandwich Works and I'm very glad I did. 16) I love the classes I'm taking at Columbia. 17) I can see the Sears Tower from my bedroom window. 18) I eat like a horse, but I'm still skinny. Wonder how long I'll be able to get away with that. 19) I didn't sleep enough last night. 20) I haven't worked out in two weeks or something. I need to. And that took me 11 minutes. I don't know how to tag people. All I know is how to make an entry. dakini103 frostedwheaton itsbexbaby martian723 overnightceleb passthatversace phatkitten sparrow36 stardust0421 wdnesday bexybrit |
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| Saturday, September 10th, 2005 |
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Avoid the Greyhound bus line if at all possible. They seem to make a habit out running behind schedule. So, that's out of the way now. I'm home for the weekend to work the Cardinals/Mets games. It's going well so far. I mean, I pretty much just sleep, go to work, come home, and then sleep again. But it's all good. I did eat lunch with Josh at First Wok Buffet yesterday, so that was cool. He's gonna apply to work at the stadium and help me and Mitchell during the final weekend and during the playoffs. THE MOST INCREDIBLE THING I'VE EVER SEEN I could not believe what I saw Thursday night. It was about 10:30 pm I guess. Mitchell and I had finished our inventory and counting cash and all that and we were leaving the stadium. We were walking in the concourse and I looked at the field and saw Fredbird, the Cardinals mascot, sitting on top of the dugout all alone. I swear this was the most amazing image I've ever seen and I'll never forget it. The thing about it was that it was just him and he was just sitting there looking around at the stadium. Think about it. When you see a mascot, what is he doing? Running around, leading cheers, firing up a crowd, ALWAYS full of energy. But now he looked human. He looked serene. All the lights were down, just a little bit of light shining on the infield. There were very few people left in the stadium. It was so quiet. It was just him. I figured the person who plays Fredbird would want to leave and go relax at home like everyone else. I figured if he wanted to stick around and admire the stadium that he loves so much, he would at least get out of costume first. I didn't know why this was happening, but I've stopped trying to figure it out and have stopped thinking about it as if it was Joe Schmo sitting there in a costume and started thinking of it as Fredbird, the Cardinals #1 Fan, taking his own private moment to say goodbye to Busch Stadium. I only wish I could've gotten a good picture of this with a digital camera, but I did manage to get as close as I could without bothering him and use my cell phone.  Fredbird Article http://www.stlouistimes.com/stlouistime |
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| Wednesday, August 31st, 2005 |
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Well this Hurricane Katrina is a total bitch. Of course that isn't something I say from experience. But today was the first time I actually read up on what this storm has done (the result of never watching the news). But I checked out cnn.com and talked to a friend and yeah, it looks pretty bad. Katrina has to be a tough bitch to break the Superdome. But anyway, it's another one of those things that makes me put things in perspective and realize how good I have it. I mean, sometimes we complain about these things in our lives, petty shit. All the while we forget that things can be turned upside down in a heartbeat. As usual, it's sad that it takes something like a terrorist attack or the most devastating natural disaster in a hundred years to make us realize it. But anyway, bottom line...there are much worst things that could happen to us in our lives. It's better to try to put aside all the trivial problems we have and count our blessings. They could be taken away out of nowhere. Hopefully they can save as many lives in New Orleans as possible, get all those people out of the Superdome, get rid of all the water, etc. And reunite some families. |
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| Sunday, August 28th, 2005 |
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So yeah, I'm all moved in in Chicago now. The weekend has been kinda boring, but I think I'm gonna get used to this place pretty quick. I've managed to meet a few people in the building too. So it's gonna be all good. I was just hoping it wouldn't be too boring waiting a week for classes to start and get into a rhythm. This is a far cry from Mizzou. But I think I'll like it. I have a sweet apartment...with a view. So that's a good start. |
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LiveJournal for Nick.
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surprised.
happy.
thoughtful.
contemplative.
peaceful.
calm.
nostalgic.
hungry.
amused.
grateful.
bored.
optimistic.