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[Feb. 14th, 2007|11:28 am] |
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Welcome back, my friends, to the show that you'd wish would end. It's been nearly two years since I last posted- and let me tell you, a lot has changed. Happiness is up, angst is down, and I'm too busy to vent about how much I hate/am jealous of people for a half hour a week.
I don't know what changed, but it seems like since march of last year I've been on a winning streak. It's like... I can't lose. Somehow, Fate ends up giving me exactly what I want. It's my senior year, and I've won Homecoming King, the Mr. North Pagaent, The lead role in the musical and one in both dramas. WAWAWEEWA, as they say in kazakhstan. And if I can't brag about this on my livejournal, what place is safe? Nowhere, that's where.
But if I can't show humility, I can at least be grateful: I am the luckiest boy in the world to have everything and everyone around me. Every last ever-lovin' one of you has made these the greatest two years that someone could ever ask for. But now I've already lost my drive to write a livejournal post, so I'll leave you with that. Besides, I'm all over Myspace and Facebook now. So there's that. |
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| A funnest of games |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|09:43 pm] |
The MIKE PFEIFFER'S LIVEJOURNAL DRINKING GAME!
Drink every time I bitch about OTHER people bitching.
Drink every time I complain about MY OWN JOURNAL!
Sip every time I say "Hate." Drink if it's "FUCKING HATE."
Every time an entry is made for the sake of jealousy, chug for the duration of the entry being read aloud to you.
Hurl a highball glass at the screen every time I think I'm in love.
Every time I don't update for more than ten days, drink for every day that I don't update. GOOD LUCK NOT GETTING ALCOHOL POISONING AND DYING ON THIS ONE.
CHUG every time I say "more on this later" and never do it.
Get drunk enough that you want to date me every time I say "Lonely."
Do some shots or something every time that Professor Hazard calls me a pickle smoker.
Drink heavily every time I say I love something without knowing what I mean.
Do cocaine off of a hooker's ass every time I try to be deep.
Now, open my journal in a new window and read from the beginning, see if you're still sober by the end of the first week! |
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[Mar. 27th, 2005|07:46 pm] |
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This journal is a running gag about my inability to finish anything that I start. |
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[Mar. 23rd, 2005|10:33 pm] |
So, life is nominal, and much busier than usual. I'm going to junior prom and senior prom, I'm in 2 one acts, a dance recital (for mysterious and probably evil reasons) and several other projects that are not quite as important. And still, I find time to do this! IN-CREDIBLE.
So, I just finished reading a spectacular graphic novel of The Flash. He's my favorite super hero. He has a lot of dimensions to him. I mean, every superhero now has some flaws, but it's truly shattering for Wally when he can't save someone, because he's the fastest man alive. The art, of course, conveys the speed well.
I'm pretty sure that I would give anything to have super speed like The Flash. Rebecca may call me shallow for it, but give me a break. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2005|09:34 pm] |
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So, I just saw "Robots" and I was sorely disappointed. Really, I expected more from it, but the plot was hackneyed and revealed too quickly, the characters weren't lovable and the directing style was too frenetic for a movie that should show off its graphics. It's too bad, I really wanted to like it.
My dad, I would like to reiterate, is the coolest person ever. I mean, he was the drummer in my band that one time. I saw "Robots" with him, then we came home and played video games and watched Justice League. He's like a balding Dylan!
I lost the earpiece to my phone, and now it's too loud.
I enjoy valentine's day, even though I'm sort of lonely. I appreciate that some people love each other and it's nice that there's a day that forces you to think outside of the box, romantically. Some people (most people) just bitch and moan about it. I mean, give me break. I hesitate to say "Boo-fucking-hoo, you're girlfriend-less, stop hatin'" mostly because I bitch and moan even when it's NOT valentine's day.
On a related note, I'm going to dole out some advice to the world: Stop being such wusses. Really. I sit at lunch, and while I'm trying to seem like I'm paying attention to the person next to me, I hear other people talking, and all it is is "Hey, does so and so want to bone Whatshisname?" "Does he really 'like' me?" And it gets on my nerves. I mean, wouldn't it be so much easier if you could stop dicking around, asking your friends if their friends can get some information on this girl, or trying to disguise your motives on a certain person, and just say, "Hey, I have a crush on you. What are you doing this saturday?" And the other person could say yes or no, and that's it? Maybe if you'd stop worrying so much about whether zach saw it when you tripped on the stairs, or if Connor hurt his hand, you could LEARN something.
Also, David Battino invades my personal space. I think that he has a man crush on me, and that's very unsettling. He's a pompous ass with a very high opinion of himself. He always goes about demanding that people do things, when they don't owe him a god-damned slap in the face! He doesn't get it! He also thinks that I'm afraid of him. Testosterone and common sense compel me to say, I am not afraid of him. I have a knee jerk reaction of bracing myself for impact when something is coming towards me at high speeds. Closing my eyes, minimizing myself as a target, that kind of thing. I think secretly he's jealous that I have common sense.
The gossip expressed in paragraph five is not actual gossip, just some stuff that I came up with. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2005|09:58 pm] |
My house is a nice house, and I enjoy living in it. It's warm, it's just the right size, and it's got a very attractive patio set. However, my house is not built for privacy, bringing me to the main point of this otherwise point-less post:
There is no place in my house to make out.
Really. THe living room is too open, the upper living room has no doors, and every other soft, couch-like spot is positioned facing a door. It's ridiculous. It's come to the point where I go into OTHER people's houses, and go "Hmm. This house is nice. I could make out here." But how is that useful? Do I call in a favor from my best friend and go, "Dyl, take the X-men posters off the wall, I need to bring a girl over?" The answer is mostly no, but I'm contemplating it. Does this make me a bad person? is it any worse than wearing knee-high boys scout socks? I don't know. But the point is, some day a girl will be in my house, with a powerful need for the taste of my mouth, and is my house adequately prepared for that moment?
I submit to you that it is not. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2005|06:29 pm] |
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Is it wrong to have such a love for wearing knee-high boy scout socks? |
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[Mar. 16th, 2005|10:13 pm] |
Perhaps I'll update more often if I just jot down what I'm thinking about instead of starting long entries and never finishing them? WHATEV.
Right now, I'm at a comfortable point. There are girls that are real neat and I like them a lot, but I don't have sould-rending feelings for any of them. My my, I'm fickle. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2005|07:55 pm] |
I like to pretend that I'm productive. I almost believe it until I look at all of the unfinished work on my computer. LE SIGH. I'm finished with the show now, which dominated my life for the past few weeks. They were very good weeks. I was high on the hog. Barely any school, so no homework, and after a lunch of pizza and Dr. pepper, I sat in darkened rooms with beautiful women for hours, and then performed. Like a high school drama nerd Asgard, really. and now, a list of things that I am happy about, and a list of things that I am sad about.
I'm sad for/that
Senior one acts
Caite Burke is back for a little while
I'm apparently very good at massage
Alex boyle may be moving back
battlestar Galactica fridays resumes on... friday
I'm trying to finish this entry and I can't. I'm trying, though. maybe I'll edit it. |
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| We didn't start the fie-uh, it was always bur-ning since the world's been tur-ning... |
[Feb. 14th, 2005|09:25 pm] |
(Part 1 of the Back Dated Mike Pfeiffer Diaries. Starting near where I left off, on valentine's.)
So, a lot has happened. SOme superficial things, like that neato KARR icon, and... wait, that's it for superficial. DOWN TO THE NITTY GRITTY, THE MEAT AND POTATOES, THE BREAD AND BUTTER, THE... spaghetti-o's and doctor pepper? Whatev.
SO, I went on my Valentine's Date with the lovely and talented Jackie Marks. $5.95 for some coffee and an oppurtunity to stare at a beautiful girl for over an hour without her hitting me upside the head with a restraining order? SOLD TO THE NERD IN THE HOME-MADE SWEATSHIRT. Really, though, it was fun. I had a double shot of espresso with a rice krispies BLOCK chaser, and Jackie had a drink whose name will be forever lost to the sands of time. Mostly though, I think I came off as smooth as a milkshake covered in vaseline. EWW, that's gross.
Join us next time on "THE MIKE PFEIFFER BACKDATE JOURNALS" |
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[Feb. 10th, 2005|07:15 pm] |
YA YA, IME 2 DUMB, K? I got a D in AS, (which is actually a C, since it's Honors) so no more internets for a loooooooong time.
Otherwise, good day. HEY, GREAT DAY EVEN. When one hot girl asks you to the junior prom, and ANOTHER hot girl accepts your offer to be your valentine, it's not THAT bad. So. MAXIMUM FUNTIMES. I'm doing pretty well, besides that C.
I'M STILL TAKING OFFERS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT'S DANCE. Anyone? Anyone? WELL, LOOKS LIKE I'M TAKING PAUL TO THE DANCE. WHAT FUN.
Another upcoming event, my yearly Geek Quest to Ubercon, the northeastern Geek Mecca. So, anyone interested in coming on the convoy? ANYONE? March 19th or thereabouts. LADIES, I'd be happy to pay for your ticket if you want to come. If you did, I'd be some sort of Geek God. Every pasty-faced wanna-be Kirk in the jernt would be jealous of my non-pizza face.
SO, LATER THEN? and don't forget to click that link on the top.
Love,
Mein Pfeiffer
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|09:53 pm] |
So, I came up with a good description of what it's like to have ADD and try to work: Let's say that there's a big round rock that you want to sit on top of. You want to sit on top of the rock a lot, but the top is covered in wd40 and pig grease. As a result, you can't even START getting up it, because you keep sliding off, and it's almost like you have no control over it. Meanwhile, everyone else has a set of stairs going to the top.
But hey, I like my oily rock. I'LL BE DAMNED IF I DON'T HAVE FUN GETTING UP IT, I'LL TELL YOU THAT MUCH FOR FREE. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|04:18 pm] |
SO YEAH. Life is mundane. There's not a lot to do when you don't have a car. SPEAKING OF CARS.
I've found a love for 1980's classic KNIGHT RIDER. I've been humming the theme all the time at school, and my new nickname is KNIGHT RIDER. (A shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist)
Next, as of about 5 minutes ago, I'm up to a whopping 45 rejections by girls in a scant 2 years! COnceivably, I could make 50 by the end of Q1! THanks to everyone who made my dream possible!
OH, WAIT, I MEAN I HATE YOU. Well, not hate. I guess rejection is what I get for putting myself out there and being honest. In all seriousness, I'm throwing a party when I hit 50 rejections. Ironically enough, I'll probably invite people, ONLY TO FIND THAT THEY'VE REJECTED MY PARTY. BACK TO SQUARE ONE?
Still taking applicants for my awesome 48 hours without sleep project. For collguys. AND CLICK THAT LINK TO HAZARD LABS. They need hits. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|11:08 pm] |
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1950's batman comics and The Police make me feel... better. Feel free to ask about why I'm down, if you want me to be less cryptic. |
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[Jan. 29th, 2005|07:34 pm] |
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So, the past 24 hours have been... I guess, if you average it out, they're about a 6 on a scale from 1-10. I mean, last night was great, but today was just depressing. Now, I don't know if you've noticed lately, but I've been trying to to be all mopey like I was at the end of freshman year. but tonight, I'll make an exception.
Last night was the dance. It was FANTASTIC. JAWESOME. Everything that was ever good in life was there. No mixed feelings about people, no cheering up mopey mopesters, no moping, no being self conscious, just me dancing with girls, talking with friends, drinking generic Dr. Pepper. It was great. THe most exciting part? HOLY JESUS, I DEFINITELY GRINDERATED WITH EDEN FUCKING CASALINO. AGGGGGGH~ SO AWESOME. WE SLOW DANCED. I WAS CHARMING. GIRLS COMPLEMENTED ME. I SLOW DANCED WITH THE EQUALLY AWESOME KIRSTEN GOD-DAMNED ORLOFF. I WAS HIT ON BY ELLIE BRAVERMAN. I HAD SOUR PUNCH STRAWS. I GOT OVER MY MENTAL BLOCK AGAINST DANCING. All in all, the night was an extravaganza. So much funs were had. I was GLOWING. I'm sure that it's just wishful thinking on my part, but it seems like if she wasn't in a relationship (eden) she would go out with me. Jeez, that would be a dream on wheels. Hell, any sort of a significant other would be a dream on wheels. after several hours of blessed rest, I woke up to the mediocre WORLD OF TOMORROW, which, as luck would have it, is today. Oh well. More in, like, whenever I stop being lazy. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2005|12:40 am] |
[01] reply with your name and i will write something about you.
[02] i will then tell what song[s] remind me of you.
[03] next, i will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
[04] last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
[05] put this in your journal!
pee ell zee, I have to stop staying up so late. Actually, staying up really late works better than staying up just SORT of late. still not good comprehensible, though. typing no good.HAW.
-PfoiFA |
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[Jan. 25th, 2005|06:20 pm] |
What is your all-time favorite...
Movie? Plz, u no its' gostbrasters lol
TV Show? THat honor goes to MST3k Milk AND cookies shot out my nose.
Song? Joe Jackson, "I'm The Man."
Book? The Stand.
Video Game? Half Life 2, or Skies of Arcadia.
Person? DYLAN~ I dunno, probably dylan because I have no hidden feelings for him. He's just good-ole' FAMILY FUN.
Place? Uh, My room. Good times, u no.
Thing to do? Video games, stand up comedies, hanging out with Dylan.
Food? Popcorn, beef jerky.
What is your all-time least favorite...
Movie? Joe Somebody.
TV Show? Anything on MTV has no redeeming quality, whatsoever.
Song? "All the Small THings," or any Avril Lavigne. Canada can have her back, yeugh.
Book? The Sun Also Rises. Such pointlesses.
Video Game? Blinx. BORING,PLZ. THat and HP2:CHamber of secrets. Generic play style, plot is NOTHING LIKE ANYTHING HARRY POTTER.
Person? Peter Weinmann.
Place? That's tough. I like most places. I guess I hate my old doctor's office, it smelled like icky.
Thing to do? YUR MOM~ I dunno. Homework.
Food? Zuchhini = The gross.
What is one thing you...
Hope to do someday? voice over-artist and comedy writer by day, late-nite TV show host by late-nite.
Hope you never have to do? Kill a baby. That, or stop being funny.
Dream of Often? GETTING A GEIGER COUNTER~ Running jokes aside, I'd like to be loved the way I love someone. Oh well, I guess I can't get what I deny others, eh?
Have always wanted to say? "Sure, I'd love to do the TV show. But could I have 2 million per show? Thanks, that's great.
Thanks for this gem go to KIDLANTERN. Plz, send monnies+love |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|06:57 pm] |
EVeryone seems to be writing about the snow.
FLASH FACT: This isn't a blizzard. It's 1 1/2 feet of snow.
FLASH FACT: I was sick today anyway. I was asleep on the couch, and had weird fever dreams, about all the girls I know. PEE ELL ZEE, not dreams like that. Most of them were indecipherable.
FLASH FACT: The phrase FLASH FACT is from the "The Flash" comic book, in which Barry Allen, the second flash, would inform the reader of various scientific principles and informational tidbits that he was using to beat up the villain.
FLASH FACT: I want super speed really bad.
FLASH FACT: I'm going to go douse myself in JOLT cola, and run into a thunderstorm.
FLASH FACT: I don't care enough about you to say Goodbye. OH CRAP, I SAID IT~ |
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