Friday the 13th

Tonight's the launch party. Lenny, Sergio and I spent last night packaging the shirts. I'm pretty stoked that we managed to pull everything together in time. The only thing left to do is for me to figure out my music playlist. We each came up with roughly an hour of music each. Sergio's and Lenny's are done. It's just my playlist left and I haven't even started. And now that I've started, I've realized it's not that easy, mostly because I put way too much importance in stupid shit like this.
Anyway, my original point was this: come tonight. I know I've said it before, but SOS means a lot to us and you being there means a lot to SOS. I promise I won't ask anything from you for the rest of the year.

This is gonna be on tonight's playlist.

Douchey McDouchebagerson the Third

I'm going to keep the details as vague as possible, because I'm kind of paranoid that maybe the wrong person will stumble upon this.

I was minding my own business at work, when I hear my boss behind me asking "What do you make of this, Darren?". I look over. On his computer screen is a picture of a dude. He had been going through his email; he put up a posting on Craigslist, looking for an assistant manager for the cafe he runs/owns. "This guy wants to apply for a job. He didn't even include a resume. He just wrote a paragraph about himself and attached a picture of himself".
No words could describe how incredibly douchey this guy looked. It's bad enough he actually had the gall to do something as douchey as attaching a picture of himself, but looking at him, he looks like the type of asshole who would do it. A pink v-neck t-shirt, muscles, the right amount of stubble on his face, gelled hair, a tan and the facial resemblance of a youthful Dwayne Johnson. I'm sure a lot of females would find this kind of guy attractive, but for the most part, I'm mostly glad I look like the opposite of this guy. I can't really wrap my head around how conceited this guy must be.
Anyway, I was so blown away at how hilarious the whole situation was that I laughed my ass off in front of my boss. I also copied the picture while my boss was gone. I just have to show this to someone. I really wanna post the picture here just so you get a good picture of what I'm talking about, but like I said, I'm scared the wrong person might read this. So I dunno, if you're really that curious, ask me and I'll show you.

Outtakes

I told Britt to jump as high as she could. This is what I got.





Corrupted memory card. A good chunk of the photos didn't turn out. But this one looks fucking awesome. I'll probably try to recreate this in Photoshop just for fun.

Mistuh Bah-cway

One of my teachers has a speech impediment. He pwuh-nounces stuff wike Ew-muh Fudd. I'd like to think of myself as a (usually) nice guy. I don't make fun of people if they have speech impediments. But there's something about my teacher that makes it irresistible for me to make fun of him. Of course, I make fun of him behind his back, but I'm finding it increasingly harder to hold it in. There have been a few instances this past week where I nearly tried to sneak in his own impediment in my sentences just to see if he'd notice. I nearly said "You're wew-come" when he said "Thanks" to me this morning.

The point of it all?
I don't really have one. That's it.

Lenny is a punk, Darren is a runt.

I quit quitting. Round 3 begins tomorrow. So what's so different about this time? I have someone quitting a habit of their own with me. I will have someone to suffer with me. We can rely on each other for support. I'll quit for as long as they quit. Let's hope for the best.

There's something about hearing a song being broadcast in a public space that makes me enjoy it more than if it were in my own room. If I hear it being played at a mall or a store or anywhere, I'll stop and get sort of giddy about it and no matter what I'm doing, the majority of my attention will go toward the song, even if it's a song I've heard a million times already. That said, I greatly enjoyed that both bars I went to last night were playing the Ramones.

Took some photos yesterday of Lenny and Britt modeling the SOS shirts. It was fun to take photos and with/of good friends, no less. I'm far from being done with the photos, but I posted two up on the SOS blog for now. That should give people an idea of what the product looks like. I'll get around to the rest once I find some time to myself.

Why?

I think there's a mouse stuck in the walls of my room.

Not quite Day 5

I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. I can't tell if this inhaler is working anymore.