Seth's Blog

2003-08-22T22:02:00.000-07:00

I am ill. I am physically ill, mentally ill, emotionally ill. I am so profoundly burdened at the moment, I am not sure what to do. I am trying to handle this the only way that I know how. I am expressing myself in written word. However, it will be expression which reveals nothing. I will simply be typing here this evening because the only parts of my body that I can move are my fingers. They at least deserve to be treated fairly. What am I talking about? Am I typing in some form of encryption. I don't know. I have just called Justin. I met Justin only this summer, yet I consider him to be one of my truest and closest friends. He is coming here, to my house, now. We will be eating microwaveable breakfast sandwiches and drinking cherry coke. One of my favorite foods, one of my favorite drinks, and one of my favorite people. I am hoping that this will in some way remedy my situation. I know that it will not. I feel like shit.

2003-08-20T05:49:00.000-07:00

Aha,
I said that I would return, and one thing that I am not...is a liar. It is very strange to be blogging at 7:30 AM, but I feel that it must be done because I have been without internet, television, socialization, McGriddles, and most importantly...Team Wave Bronco for nearly 5 days. I haven't slept for about 48 hours and I feel that I may just end up crashing here in my bed for another whole day to make up for so much lost sleep. My trip home was awesome, don't get me wrong (the R and R was certainly brilliant) I got to see a lot of my close friends from high school and I saw none that I didn't want to. I simply locked myself in my home and those who wanted to find me did somehow. It truly was beautiful. I laid around playing video games and watched video tapes (mostly disney movies) while all kinds of high school girls swirled about the house cooking me meals, catering to my every need. My car was even washed at some point (not sure how that happened...some girls just showed up in swimwear and broke out the hose and sponges - true story). For those of you who haven't seen Kenneth Branaugh's 'Much ado about Nothing', I suggest that you rent it. Serioiusly, what a great time I had! Though, I must say that the best part was checking my voicemail. My phone does not function properly in the hamlet of Ruskin, I think everyone probably caught on to that quickly enough. I apologize to those of you who I did not respond to, but the hard-line phone bill was probably getting excessive. Back to what I was saying: I have the best friends in the world. Every single time I checked my messages, the inbox was full, literally full. And almost every message was from one of my Lincoln friends saying something like 'I miss you' or 'get your ass back here.' You all rock. You have no idea how good that felt. Anyway, I am falling asleep as I type this. The point is: Watch out, I'm back in action...I may be a cyborg but I'm still your brother and for goodness sake give me a call and wake my ass up because I don't want to be a waste of space today. I got a fever...and the only prescription is some ColdStone ice cream so come get me and take me there. Captain Petersen Out [insert cheesy communicatior sound-effect here].

2003-08-15T23:03:00.000-07:00

Hi there.

Well, here we go again. I'm pretty sure this blog thing is right for me because, to be perfectly honest, I've been looking forward to blogging again...all day long. Where do I start? That's easy, I'll start when I woke up: 1:00 YES! So much sleep. That really is incredible as well as OOC. Woke up to a phone call from my dear friend Zakk, reminding me that I should go and help Rob McKercher load the moving van before he departs for Pennsylvania on the morrow. So I gathered myself mentally and physically and journeyed to the playhouse where I met Zakk and proceeded to hunt for the McKercher home for quite a while before finally locating it somewhere between Crestline and Skyling (And what I thought may have actually been Circle Circle...it wasn't). After carrying about 6 boxes (that might ACTUALLY be an exaggeration) and breaking one previously sturdy bookshelf, Zakk departed leaving me in the leaving me in a swirling zanadu of cardboard boxes, knick knacks of ONLY a theatre kid's calibur, and several hyper-active children. In the end, though, the packing was a great success. I spent the day with Rob, Ojeda, and Buddy...and I had a blast meeting Corky and Rob's dad. Also, it was a great chance to say goodbye to Rob and talk to him very briefly about his plans for the future. What a cool guy he is. Anyway, the final reason that the packing was a success was the free sofa and chair that Eric got out of the deal. A few hours later, I helped Eric haul them to his house using my dad's very small Ford Ranger. It was fun...and less than aerodynamic. Also, I will be taking the 'Cuban Don's' (eric) black, pleather loveseat to Kearney with me since it no longer has a place in Ojeda's basement or in his heart. After so much hauling, it was refreshing to pick up my 'Jolly, Fat Friend' TM (Ha, ha, I wrote TM meaning trade-mark but realized that those were also his initials) Trevor Meyer and take him to an extraordinary NBC concert at the Grand Room of 317 south 11th street. This was my first encounter with the In-concert version of No Better Cause (the a capella group that two of my closest friends are in). It was, to say the least, very good. These kids have a lot of talent and charisma. Not that my opinion matters (because it really doesn't). I think that what they do is very fresh, very pop, and very different from anything around...which puts them ahead of the game. I must say, though, that the highlight of the concert was actually a missed oppurtunity. Justin was talking about how the Grand Room was a great place for parties, receptions, performances, etc. and he suggested to the crowd that they should call upon the GR's services more often. This was the chance to apply the word 'morbidness' appropriately for the third time. Grand Room, Congress Inn, and Ed's Mart (founded by Alex Wooten). They all truly need 'morbidness.' Angel is here (that's wierd). Just thought I'd throw that in there. After the show, some of the gang went to Amigos (the ghetto, downtown version). It was delicious and dangerous all at the same time. I finally made my way home and here I am. I am debating whether or not to go out. I am very tired. We shall see. Anyway, enough for today. Might be going out of town tomorrow for some much needed 'R and R'...but I shall return.

2003-08-15T00:32:00.000-07:00

Ok, so this whole blog thing has got me very fascinated. I've noticed that it has a profound way of striking up a good conversation. Well, I have decided to see what it is all about for myself...so, here I am. I figure, "Hey, I might as well give this thing a try because it could serve as a handy channel through which people can keep up with me and know what is going on in Seth-land...at least to some extent." Plus, now that I've started typing, I can already tell that this 'virtual venting' will be theraputic and more importantly, it just might keep my intense, finger-tapping tendancies at bay for a while.

TODAY

Well, today I had an appointment at shopko optical (which I was fashionably late for) The optometrist prescribed something called DAY AND NIGHT contact lenses. You can keep them in for 30 days and 30 nights...(you aren't supposed to do that anyway?) Tell that to my contacts - going strong since October '02, unitll last week when I started the glasses that is. Then it was off to Westfield Shopping Towne (gateway mall, for those of you living in the dark - kinda like New Yorkers today) to help my very good friend Zakk pick out a new cell phone (ok, Helen helped too). After relocating to 48th and R, suite 200...we were finally successfull and Mr. Wooten came out on top 1 to nothin' with a shiny new silver phone created by those crazy masterminds at Audiovox corporation. Too bad he must now transfer well over 200 phone numbers. With that, the score was tied up : Cellular One =1 , Zakk = 1 Hey, the Lord giveth and ... well... you know the rest. Family Guy at Zakk's, a visit to my other Bronco brotha Justin on his first day of work at ColdStone, and a small run in with the lovely Barbara Ball were all highlights of the day. Then it was off to 25 cent Tacos with J (always a blast...I love tacos) I polished off my evening with some Kid Linus (Neil's band), and some vere abundant helpings of chocolate milk. Oh yes, I almost forgot...I will now be attempting to change the outgoing message on my phone depending on the type of activity that I will be engaged in when someone calls (like Zakky). I gotta say, strange as it may seem, changing the outgoing message on your phone can be rather addictive. Well, I can see that in the future these blogs need to be kept a little bit shorter. Oh well, it's my first time...you can't blame me for this one. I'm out like the fat kid in dodge ball.

-Seth