Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Okay. Update time.
So, its time to update this mofo. We played a gig yesterday, eh, day before yesterday. It was good. Umm. yeah... Yesterday I went paint balling. It was awsome. That is my new sport. I like it. Its not as painful as I thought it could be. I dont have NE bruises. No battle scars. Awwwww.... But yeah. Labor day weekend at SC village. Join me. It will be awsomeness in a can.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Respond/Comment
Well, I have been checking out alot of other bogs recently, and If I posted in yours, its cause I found something about you, your profile, or one of your blogs to be interesting. Please, leave me feedback and the answer to my questions, if I asked you anything, that is.
Writting at work... after intermission.
I am so fucking pissed.
On the verge of quitting, again.
I do my job, and I get shit.
I cant notice everything all the time.
My job is to make sure shit runs smoothly.
As much as they want me to notice everything, I cant.
I feel like shit when Im treated like shit.
If you have enough shit, youre bound to step in it.
Dont be surprised when your shoe smells foul, you made it after all.
Its like pulling on a horses tail.
If you do it enough, youll eventually get kicked.
So what if they fire me.
Im over caring.
I sometimes wish they would.
Things would be so much easier.
Only 3 things keep me here:
1. I love my job.
2. I love the locale, and the idea behind the business.
and 3. The green devil.
I want to scream.
I wish I could let it all out.
Why have I felt this way lately?
On the verge of quitting, again.
I do my job, and I get shit.
I cant notice everything all the time.
My job is to make sure shit runs smoothly.
As much as they want me to notice everything, I cant.
I feel like shit when Im treated like shit.
If you have enough shit, youre bound to step in it.
Dont be surprised when your shoe smells foul, you made it after all.
Its like pulling on a horses tail.
If you do it enough, youll eventually get kicked.
So what if they fire me.
Im over caring.
I sometimes wish they would.
Things would be so much easier.
Only 3 things keep me here:
1. I love my job.
2. I love the locale, and the idea behind the business.
and 3. The green devil.
I want to scream.
I wish I could let it all out.
Why have I felt this way lately?
Writting while at work
To love.
Not to settle, but truly to love.
Maybe I have missed something along the way.
I lust.
I wish I didnt, but I do.
I truly want to believe that there is something more.
I long.
I want things that are beyond my reach.
If only I had a step ladder to help me reach the unattainable.
Beauty.
Something I look for but rarely find.
It is attidutde, composure, intensity, confidence, and self appreciation.
Passion.
To truly believe in something.
To be willing to risk everything for something I believe in.
Hate.
That I know.
To hate so much you dont care anymore.
Fuck.
Not to settle, but truly to love.
Maybe I have missed something along the way.
I lust.
I wish I didnt, but I do.
I truly want to believe that there is something more.
I long.
I want things that are beyond my reach.
If only I had a step ladder to help me reach the unattainable.
Beauty.
Something I look for but rarely find.
It is attidutde, composure, intensity, confidence, and self appreciation.
Passion.
To truly believe in something.
To be willing to risk everything for something I believe in.
Hate.
That I know.
To hate so much you dont care anymore.
Fuck.
Friday, August 20, 2004
Tired II
Tired of all the daily crap. Tired of not being able to leave the monotony of daily life. Tired of not caring about what others think. Tired of caring about what others do. So much crap that I have to deal with. Sometimes, I just wanna beat the shit out of some inanimate object just to relieve some stress. To be able to leave behind the daily shit and just let out anger. Let out frustrations. I wish I could be myself, and not have to be who others want me to be. I wish I could know who I am. I wish I could just tell people to fuck off, and mean it. I wish I could tell people I like how I felt. I wish I wish I wish.
Whats the point?
Whats the point?
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Friday, August 13, 2004
I was asked to make a bio:
I am working on designing lights for a show called "What the Butler Saw" and they asked me to write a bio. This is what I came up with:
Born in 1894 (1984 for you non-dyslexic people), Dan Sandoval is probably the youngest and least noteworthy member (hehe. member.) of the Butler crew. Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, because he was afraid off the dark. Later on, while in a tree, he decided he was afraid of hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (he was wrong, the pay aint that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and has not gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A big fan of musicals and magic, Dan is currently studying something that incorporates them both: photography (it really has nothing to do with any of those, but it flows). With his keen eye (thats his right one) he intends to free the world from the evil clutches of the wolves, whom he was raised by as a child. Am I done yet?
It was rejected because it was too long (there was a 100 word limit to the thing) so I had to rewrite it. When I did, it looked like this:
Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, due to his fear of darkness. Later, while in a tree, he decided he feared hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (definately wrong. The pay ain't that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and hasn't gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A fan of musicals and magic, Dan currently studies something completely unrelated: photography. (Disclaimer: no drugs were used while writing this.)
What the hell is my problem?
Born in 1894 (1984 for you non-dyslexic people), Dan Sandoval is probably the youngest and least noteworthy member (hehe. member.) of the Butler crew. Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, because he was afraid off the dark. Later on, while in a tree, he decided he was afraid of hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (he was wrong, the pay aint that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and has not gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A big fan of musicals and magic, Dan is currently studying something that incorporates them both: photography (it really has nothing to do with any of those, but it flows). With his keen eye (thats his right one) he intends to free the world from the evil clutches of the wolves, whom he was raised by as a child. Am I done yet?
It was rejected because it was too long (there was a 100 word limit to the thing) so I had to rewrite it. When I did, it looked like this:
Classically trained by the hobo down the street, Dan began his lighting career in a small tent in the woods, due to his fear of darkness. Later, while in a tree, he decided he feared hights, and made a choice: he would become a lighting designer and climb tall ladders, because it probably pays well (definately wrong. The pay ain't that great). Dan has lit over 30 shows, and hasn't gotten screamed at for doing a crappy job yet. A fan of musicals and magic, Dan currently studies something completely unrelated: photography. (Disclaimer: no drugs were used while writing this.)
What the hell is my problem?
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Oh lord
I just realized how much of a soap opera some of my posts have become. Im a sad little man...
Thursday, August 05, 2004
A vegas wedding
So this last weekend I went to Vegas. I made the drive all on my own. It was a long 4 hour drive. I made the drive there all right. I was wide awake and doing well. It was an awsome little venture. I drank lots o water and listened to "the drive" which is the radio station that plays rock along the entire 15. As I got closer and closer, I switched to NPR radio and listened to the BBC world report while driving at 90 with my windows down. Left about midnight on friday, got there around 3 am friday. Talked for a while with my uncle, and then went to bed. Well, the next day was wild. What happened in Vegas stays in vegas. It was awsomeness all around. Next day there were a few other things that were associated with the wedding, but there was alot o hanging out to be done. In the end, it was a very fun vegas style wedding. lasted about 30 minutes, and I liked it when the lady who was conducting the wedding had the guests declare them bride and groom. Heres a photo I took of the couple:
Very pretty, arent they? Well, there was an after party for the wedding, and there are some things that happened, that I would like to forget. The next day, there was a reference made to something that happened the night before. I will never see water bottles the same way. Ughh.... damn you ben!!! NE way, the next day was kinda fun. Sunday was a slowdown day. Had some brunch, played at the arcades, and watched harold and kumar. Good times. Good good times. NE way, Im gonna go now. Watching 24 now. God damn. Check it out if you can. Good stuff. Adios all. Or, in the words of Nick, Ja.
Very pretty, arent they? Well, there was an after party for the wedding, and there are some things that happened, that I would like to forget. The next day, there was a reference made to something that happened the night before. I will never see water bottles the same way. Ughh.... damn you ben!!! NE way, the next day was kinda fun. Sunday was a slowdown day. Had some brunch, played at the arcades, and watched harold and kumar. Good times. Good good times. NE way, Im gonna go now. Watching 24 now. God damn. Check it out if you can. Good stuff. Adios all. Or, in the words of Nick, Ja.
Because I can
I had to do it. I really liked it, and so Ill show it off. Created by max in his bordomeness.
Monday, August 02, 2004
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