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Nov. 22nd, 2004 @ 12:45 am The close of a chapter of life. The writing of one anew.
Current Mood: thoughtfulAll kinds of nomadic
In my life, I've discovered that no one thing is constant. Not love, not hate, not war, not peace. Friendships end and bitter rivalries can change. People who hate each other may suddenly wake up one day and realize their hate is nothing more than misguided ideas and abandon it. The point I'm trying to make is life is so everchanging that you can never let yourself get too comfortable in one location, physically, emotionally or mentally. Now, you may be asking yourself what the point of this entry is. And why there's a fairly foreboding subject at the top.

Well, those who know me best know I lack most nuances of the concept known as subtlety, so I'm gonna lay it on ya. With no job, and no car to get to a job, as well as not having a place to stay where I can allow myself to get comfortable... Ah, fuck it.

I'm moving back to Oregon.

Seriously, the situation here is not very friendly to allowing me the pleasure of staying here. So, before this all happened, I patched things up with my mother. We got everything that was taking its toll on us out of the way, ready to start anew. She asked me, though, if I ever got in trouble, would I ask her for help? Or would I even move back up there?

Well... tonight, the place I'm staying at kind of fell through. I had no place to live. I have no job. I have no car. I am at the bottom of my financial reservoir. I'm SOL. So I called my mother tonight, swallowed a big throatful of my own pride ( which I really fucking hate. ) and asked her if I could come back up there. I leave on Friday, so on Wednesday, we're having a big old 'Kegan's leaving' party.

To my Oregon correspondents, rejoice. I'm returning to that from whence I came.
To my New Mexico friends and homies, I'm sorry. Don't think this doesn't mean I love you or that I don't care about you. But present situations and circumstances aren't really letitng me stay here. But this doesn't mean I won't be back. It just means I'll be going away for a little bit. How long this little bit is, I don't know. But do know that things just didn't work out.

I'm starting yet another new LJ. Mainly because I don't go to UNM anymore and I like to keep things fresh. I'll put the web address in at the end of this entry. Much love and peace. And I love every single one of you... except that guy.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/an_exodus_of_1
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Nov. 17th, 2004 @ 04:40 pm Stop the presses! He's actually updating!
Yeah. It's true. It's been a while, mon cheries. But here I am. I've been extremely busy with the whole "moving-out, when do I leave, life is hectic" scene. It sucks. But I thought I'd post and let you all know I'm doing good. I'm moving out of Tyler's place and in with some family friends, mainly because I can't afford to pay Tyler's mom the rent she wants, which is bad on me. Fucking Papa John's... Ooh, that still pisses me off. This update won't be all that long, mainly because nothing has been going on that warrants any type of residual excitement. Anyways, I got to go finish packing. Be still, my overjoyed heart. Later.

Oh. And do this. Thanks, Amy.

01. Who are you?
02. Are we friends?
03. When and how did we meet?
04. Do or did you have a crush on me?
05. Would you kiss me?
06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
07. Describe me in one word.
08. What was your first impression?
09. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? Or, since I don't expect you to tell me anything you can't, leave me a piece of advice.
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?
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Nov. 6th, 2004 @ 04:00 pm Whatever.
Current Mood: angryhinden-fuckin'-tastic!
Current Music: Crystal Method - "Vapor Trail"
So, here's an unfortunate update.

I lost my job at Papa John's because I was not hired as an in-store, but as a driver, and since I have no car, I have no job. Damn it, Fred, why'd you have to get fired? Fuck.

Also, in my last post, remember how I said that I wouldn't be going in until Bush was out of office? Well, um, I kind of signed up already for a ship-out date, so it's gonna be the same time frame pretty much. My bad.

This week has pretty much blown. I'm leaving.
Much love.
Out.
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Nov. 3rd, 2004 @ 07:20 pm "Mr. Kerry will win Ohio when the counting is finished... Fuck that, we quit."
Current Mood: crushedFour more years? Not again!
Current Music: Crystal Method - "Busy Child"
So, that's a pisser, huh? John Kerry throws in the towel, proving his wife has more cajones than he did, while Bush is all about his "broad victory", proving that a 5-year old could comprehend more how close it was than Bush can. Hm.. what a great nation we live in.

So, with this turn of events, some of you may be happy to know that I will not be joining the military until either Bush is out of office or I can be assured that we will not take any more hostile action around the world unless it is absolutely necessary to our survival as a culture, people, and as a human species. Could be 4 weeks, but it won't be longer than 4 years. Hm... Anyways..

So, what does this mean for the American people? Who knows? Honestly, if you know, you should tell me, because I have no idea. Anything could happen. Of course, I said that if Bush won again, after all that he had done, I wouldn't've been surprised if monkeys decided to fly out my butt... Watching too much Wayne's World.

Election coverage aside, my Halloween sucked for the most part. The only real interesting times were when Steve was driving, unbeknowst to him, on the wrong side of Tramway, and when I won 'Shotgun' from Monroe after sprinting to Steve's car with my pants down, thereby eliminating his claim on it and taking it myself. That was fun. Hm... I'm bored. I'm gonna go watch a movie.
Much love.
Out.
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Oct. 29th, 2004 @ 09:02 pm Accomplishment in a stupid game. I rock!
Current Mood: productiveYes. I wore protection.
Current Music: Random porn-esque trance beat
This entry is mainly for the benefit of Samuel and Pierce.

Remember that game that we played at Samuel's house that one time, where you had to get that girl in 100 days or less? It was that weird Japanese game. I didn't win it.

Well, uh, I fucking beat that shit! 84 days! Pierce is my witness!

That's all I wanted to say.
Much love.
Out.
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Oct. 28th, 2004 @ 12:58 am Conflicts in ideas but not in actions
Current Mood: contentI made $54 in tips. Fuck yeah!
Current Music: Modest Mouse - "Ocean Breathes Salty"
Hm... I have a dilemma with my leaving for the military. I don't know why I didn't think of it before, but it occured to me a couple of nights ago.

With the majority of my friends here, how will I be able to cope with leaving behind another life yet again? It feels that I will never find a place where I can settle down and grow some roots. Maybe that's why I carry all this extra tension in my shoulders and back. Because I'm always, subconsciously at least, expecting to move again, making it to where I can never feel comfortable someplace.

Anyways, I did this to post something that is insanely cool. My roommate, Tyler Clare, and I made the rules. It is called '505 Foosball' or 'Burque Rules Foosball'. Whatever. Here are the rules:

1. Play is commenced on a regulation size foosball table.

2. Players are allowed to manipulate the opposing player's foos guys.

3. Any goal scored by a goalie, whether it be your goalie or the opposing team's goalie, is a two-point goal. However, the shot can not be touched by any other teammate. If contact occurs, the shot value reverts back to one point.

4. Self-scoring counts as a point for the other team. No exceptions.

5. Winning goal MUST BE scored by an opposing team member. If game point is made by own teammate, shot does not count and opposing player gets possesion of ball and gains an unopposed shot at the defended goal. Players on field must stay in position and opposing team member is not allowed to interfere with the person making the shot ( i.e. grabbing the pole, pushing the shooter, etc. ).

6. Players can use poles to distract or injure an opposing player.

7. Game goes to 20 points. However, game must be won by two or more points. If game is tied at 19, play must continue until someone wins with a two-point differential.

However, I'm gonna do some shi'ite. Play some Burque Rules Foosball. It fucking rocks.
Much love.
Out.
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Oct. 24th, 2004 @ 03:08 am Something interesting every day...
Current Mood: happymunching on nachos
Current Music: Corn chips crunching
My roommate, Tyler, makes some fucking good nachos. We're munching on them right now. Fucking delicious.

Anyways, I got to drive at work again tonight. God, I missed being a driver. I made 36 bucks in tips, not to mention my hourly wages and a 60-cent delivery reimbursement to my check. I love it. And I drove a 5-speed tonight. I did not stall at all. Not once. I fucking was rocking on that car. Which I want to buy. It's a little Subaru wagon. It's pretty old, but that's about it.

Hm... I'm done, because nothing really interesting has been going on.
Much love.
Out.
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Oct. 20th, 2004 @ 05:58 pm If a tree falls in the middle of the forest and no one is around...
Current Mood: lethargicWicked overtired
... That's just shit luck for you, tree boy.

Anyways... I didn't go to work last night. No call, no show. Probably not gonna look good for someone who's out for a shift manager position. But, meh. I could give a damn. I'll be gone in 6 months, then it's adios, Papa John's.

Talked with Emily Timm last night, this friend of mine who lives in Oregon. She is insanely beautiful and I've had a crush on her since... the 4th grade, when I first moved to Oregon. She had a throat thingy, so her voice was all husky. Not like I remember it, but it was still good to hear her voice.

She asked me the one thing that I don't like being asked: "When are you coming back up here?" I've been trying to answer that question for so long and I still don't have the answer. The only people who are still in Oregon have grown apart from me in such a way that I barely recognize who they are anymore. It's weird. For example, my favorite activies include smoking cigarettes, drinking liquor, and having sex with girls. Their favorite activities are slightly different than that. Like praying, repenting and tithing. I don't do that anymore.

I used to think, when I moved down here, that Oregon was Heaven on Earth and New Mexico was Hell on Earth. Now that I've been gone for over 2 years, I can see now that Oregon is, in fact, not Heaven, but it was my own interpretation of that situation going on. in fact, Emily asked me why I chose to move down here. It was never my choice. It was my mother's, which, by the way, was one of the only good choices she ever made for my sister and I.

Hm... Tyler was asking me about Sega GT 2002 for the XBox, and that derailed my train of thought. Probably a good thing.

Anyways, I got to get ready for the Highland play, which is in less than an hour, so I should probably get ready.
Much love.
Out.
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Oct. 18th, 2004 @ 10:54 pm An update. Why? Why not?
Current Mood: melancholymelancholeric
Current Music: Wyclef Jean - "Gone Till November"
So, I took the ASVAB today. That giant fucking test. It was so incredibly easy, I almost laughed. Seriously. It was pretty nice. The maximum possible score is a 99. I waltzed out of there with a 96. Fucking A, man. A 96. There is no job in any of the militaries that I'm not qualified to do, or qualified to learn. How fucking awesome is that?!

On another note, if I pursue my much-wanted job of Cryptology & Linguistics, I will be gone for at least four years after my basic training. I'll spend one year in Monterrey, California, then I'll spend three years at either Osan AB, South Korea or at Kadena AB, Okinawa. And that's kind of cool, but that's a long time to be gone. I'm considering not doing that job. Mainly because I don't want to be gone that long.

I went to the gym tonight. I was depressed with my overall performance. Despite my being a larger guy, I can run fairly well. But not this night. And my max weight is down. I am sad.
But, I'm going to bed.
Much love.
Out.

p.s. Lucy, sorry. Gimme a call. We chill on Wednesday.
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Oct. 16th, 2004 @ 02:05 pm Not again!
Current Mood: uncomfortableincredibly hungover
Current Music: Dropkick Murphys - "Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced"
Let all who read this bear testament to the statement I am about to make, because I never thought that I would make it:

I would be really happy if I never had to drink anything alcoholic ever again.

I am so hungover, and I feel sick. And poor Ian Stuart had to be carried out of Tyler's house, and his Mom was up in arms, understandably, and the place is messy and... ugh. I don't want to go to work, because I'll probably throw up again.
Give me a call.
Much love.
Out.
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