one more week

i feel really bad about not hanging out with people more, but ugh, i have been so sick. i'm better now tho. i'm not sure how much i'll be out this week, but we should all eat lunch and do something for new years. just a thought. i've also been out of town a lot. thats stopped, i'll be here til sunday. and i SWEAR i will answer my phone. i SWEAR!!! i'm getting used to having it with me again...

White Christmas?

Psychomoore (Tipsy)

I'm sitting here at work looking out the window...and it's snowing. It's so beautiful, it's like a movie. There are big fat flakes falling all over the place. It's not sticking yet though. At the beginning of this year around February, they shut the site down and sent everybody home because we got about 1" of snow. I wonder if we'll get shut down today too. Probably not. I'm just enjoying this snow and my hot cup of coffee. It's so nice to be nice sometimes...just throw away all the meanness and be vulnerable. I just don't feel like saying anything negative at all. I'm so...comfortable. This is a little bizzare coming from me at work, but that's how it goes I guess...

OR MAYBE I'M JUST CRAZY!

This is Sean's Drunk Post...Again

BBFL drinkin tha Green Fairy!

This is Sean's Drunk Post this week, actually we're gonna get drunk like...every night this week so...expect more of this. Here you go, this is Sean's shit:

Iama dtwkhy0pe rithe where jnawemaean. Brett toy-edd the intro so now ima post. I'm druknald as fuck j;afli writhe noww............ He bought me3 a l;jk nachos bellbarnade3. 9. I just called laura AND HEFWW DIDNT;AKWE4 answer ahker fron e aso I don dknow whats goin on. Iwe need more pepeso of er here naweman. a hell yea. bur me and brett be havin fun. like you don known. fo real. and leitte and errifc be fove rhere too.l typing is fkun t09. f fosuer. shit. i'mabe ore durnk her in a secv.x shit.; brett you coolo, kangke k tellkn hyou. BBFL fa shio. alla time. oikj min3e don3e3. don think ima drhiun asshole. i love yhou all. ok. you too dust. i love tyou to maing. wish oyo sass was hereeeeeeeeee.l heres brett. BBFL

Hey everybody, sean is trying to juggle. I am kinda drunk but not as much as sean...he liked tha absinthe cuz it tasted like fu;ckin black jeely beeans. but I don't like licorice and sean does. fuc all that man. fuck absincthe. if uckin hate it. im a go have a shot of hot damn. right fuckin now. mtuTHA FUCKA. HOT MUTHAFUCKIN DAMN! WHAT ABOOT IT!

Alas...

Psychomoore (disappointed and very sorry)

The party, I regret to inform you...has been cancelled. There was a major problem with the venue and, in our search for another one, Sean and I decided that it would be better to save face and admit defeat, rather than pitch a half-assed disappointment to all the eager attendees. Please forgive my inadequacy in persuasion and searching. I was not able to secure the venue before promoting the event, therefore I take full responsibility for all losses and apologize sincerely to all involved.

We will be sponsoring "get togethers" just about every night at my house, so if you feel like unwinding, please feel free to call either myself or Sean and we will give you directions.

Merry Christgiving!

"Beeramid, Oh Beeramid, so lovely are your contents... "

God, send me a sign!

Sounds good to me.

More than a little excited...

Psychomoore presents...


Here is the first part of the party line up; In all it's glory...DAMN I'M EXCITED!

We are gonna be pretty pooed up a la fiesta so I post this picture as a reference point for the day after..."look how much we drank...damn."

More is on the way! Look for more pics next week...

The Six Stages

Psychomoore

I found these on a set of coasters that I stole from my mam.

1. Sober, adj. Possessed of iron will, but often lacking a sense of humor. Helpful with doing dishes, finding cd's and lifts home. Probably in need of several stiff drinks!

2. Tipsy, adj. The usual signs are a flushed face, stupid grin, loud voice and a profound love for mankind. The sufferer is incredibly deep, intelligent and insightful but prone to giggle.

3. Plastered, adj. Extremely generous, loud and confident. Suffering from verbal diarrhea and a belief that he/she can drink anyone under the table.

4. Drunk, adj. Suffering from vision, hearing and speech inpairment, with an insatiable appetiete for pizza. Will do anything that moves, possessing an illogical belief that he/she is gorgeous despite dribbling and slobbering.

5. Shit-faced, adj. Invincible but incapable. Suffering from extreme loss of balance, coordination and sex appeal. Liable to sleep anywhere. Babbling incoherently with loss of most bodily functions.

6. Hung-over, adj. Suffering from near death like state, often catatonic and always with a pounding headache. Unbalanced with no sense of humor. Needs total silence and another drink!

Eric fingered sean's chip'

Hello this is Brett and sean, once again...rdurnk. We are not alocholotics. we brovas. nawmena.?
we fidden towwach a movie but we dont know yet. alchold is isgood
i like beer
senas is glad i like beer
he likes beer too
he loves beer
know why?
"it's good" he says
peice of shit spoon
we jut st came b akc from taco bell, we got nachos's bnellhrrande
Dustin, arewe bad peeopole? cuzw e drink?
that is our concern, you make it sound like we fukcni horrible bnpeeople
but we nice, good peoopole
we eatin taco bell, sean is
ewe aint bad peepts
we nice
but we bne drinking
nawemant?
we drink but we still good
we cool
i want erbody to know how i feel
no
I don't
iwant her to know
i don't
i want her to see
i don't i want this to las......seans
say6s alcholo is good i dont care what any of yall sayi
you know you like it, but youj ust dont do it
you should
i think they drink alcohoold in guatamala
who would wqanna help bad people anyway
nameana?
since they jsut HEATHENS anyway
right?
thas what we ar?
heathens
ok i get it
we so unsofisticateed
we dont knwo
i guess
we just heathens
you konw
i guess we jsut fuckni horrible peoople
cuause4 we wlike t ohave fun.

fufk us

we sukc

cuz we liinkke to dinkk beers

Familiar Feeling

Psychomoore

Same old feeling, coming back around like I missed it...I didn't miss it a bit...just tried to forget, but here it comes. I don't want this...I don't want this feeling again, but it just moved back in like it was welcome. I remember long nights with this feeling, long nights that I hated, couldn't sleep cuz it would keep me up, I remember long nights on the phone because of it, long nights deep in thought because of it. Agony because of it. Where did it come from...can't say. Not that I don't know...just can't say. But I'll deal, cause I always did...

No surrender.

STUPID ROOKIE!

Just when I thought I'd be coming home early, the bastards tell me I'm on friggin handicap duty for UNM graduation next friday evening... Damn, that means I stand at the parking lot waiting for grandma and her walker with friggin tennis balls on it so I can sit her ass in a wheelchair and deposit her in a seat inside the Pit. Damn. Friggin old people. You know how I feel about old people. And now I'm stuck taking care of them. Oh and the best part: I have to sit with them through the whole damn cermony in case of fire. Then I gotta be able to pick them up on my shoulders and haul their sorry ass outside. I'm the friggin rookie at the unit, I swear. Well, me and all the freshmen. That's how it goes you know: shi* rolls downhill.

Oh, and we got a new fighter for monday: Bradford says he's going. Ima tear that kid up (but we still friends though).

"Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction..." -Tyler Durden

Dream

Okay while we are talking about wierd dreams i had one a few nights ago that was wierd. I'm at the call for the play i'm in and it's opening night. I'm there early (which is wierd because usually i have this dream and i'm late and don't know my lines) Any way i'm there and way early and helping others get redy. Jim comes in and can't find his costume. We look for it everywhere and then i look in the mirror (also wierd for my dreams) and i'm wearing it and no one notices. So he puts on my costume and we go on stage. And we do the play and I know all the stuff and nothing goes wrong but everyone is all depressed. Then we are in the green room eating ice cream. There is a whole shit load of ice cream and i am the only one eating out of a cone and everyone tells me how wierd it is that i eat out of a cone. Then we are leaving and i can't find my car and have to get a ride home but the whole way there i keep worring that i forgot my car. Then we get home and it's in the driveway but i still have the feeling i left something there. Then i relize it's my costume that i forgot. Then the whole cast has dinner at my house and we watch t.v. and then i wake up. I'm not sure what we watch on the t.v. but everyone (including me) is very impressed by it. Huh that's wierder than i thought origanally. Maybe were both crazy Brett.

I'M DONE!!!!!!!

My finals are finally all over. I can finally do all the things i've been wanting to. I can finish Bretts shirt, and read all day or take a bath. I can post like crazy. And sleep!!!! Oh how i miss sleep. I stayed at Richards till 1:00 this morning studying for our 8:00 final this morning which i almost slept through, but didn't. I'm going to go crazy with christmas present cuz now i have enough time to make them all!!!! I'm so relieved and tired at the same time. OH and my knee has been acting up so i probably will have to have surgery on it before next year. It's about time though it has been like this for like five years. Have you ever noticed when you finally have all the time in the world to say whatever you want you have nothing to say suddenly. That's how i feel right njow which is weird because i ALWAYS have something to say. OH well i hope you all are done soon because it is a great feeling. Now if you'll excuse me i'm going to go visit my friend Mr. Catnap. Bis Spater!!!

Another Dream

Psychomoore

So this morning I woke up with a wierd feeling in my head...not that head, the one on my shoulders. I had a crazy ass dream that maybe you don't care about but still are gonna hear about cuz I'm posting about it...HA! Maybe somebody can help me interperet this...
Anyway, this dream started out how all my other dreams start out: With me looking at...me. This view is a little like a mirror because in the dream, I know I'm looking at myself, but not really in a mirror. I don't know if you know what I mean but...anyway, there was this girl in a wedding dress...she didn't really have a face. I was wearing a nice suit, tweed, but not a tux so I know I wasn't the groom. She was all alone and crying, her mascara was running down her cheeks. She looked a little gothic like that, but her dress was still pure and undisturbed. She was crying and holding her bouquet with both hands and looking at me. Somehow I knew that it wasn't me who made her cry but either way I couldn't help her. We were on this grass hill in the middle of nowhere...every direction held a whole bunch of nothing. She kept crying and I kept staring. I don't know why but all of the sudden I just turned and left. I knew I was coming back so I didn't feel bad but she cried harder when I turned my back to her, I couldn't help but leave her, I had stuff to do. So I'm dressed in this nice suit and I'm going to do...I don't know what (yet) and I leave the bride to stand on that hill. By the way this hill is the only one around so when I leave, she can see me as I walk away for a good while. She keeps on crying and I keep on walking away through the grass. Eventually, I come to a gun shop (this is where my dream turns a little GTA) and buy all kinds of guns. At this point in the dream, I have a duty (I don't know what it is yet). You know when you have a feeling of duty...just something you know you have to do. It was like that. I know all these guns are important to somebody, but surprisingly I don't use any of them. There are all kinds of guns: pistols, assault rifles, shotguns, rocket launchers...it doesn't matter but I took all these guns to a drop point and dropped them off. I then proceeded to visit an old friend of mine that I hadn't seen in a while. There was no information exchanged between this person and myslef except for the reminder of the bride. I left the meeting point and took a cab to the grass hill, I tipped the cabbie WAY too much money (over 100 dollars) and walked up the hill. The bride was no longer there, but in her place was the bouquet and a note. The note was in some other language that I couldn't understand...french or german or something. I took the note and put it in my pocket, and with bouquet in hand, I aimed for the city with my rifle (one that I had left) and fired one shot. I heard sirens almost immediatly afterwards...

My alarm woke me up to go to work at this point...the sirens at the end sounded suspiciously like my alarm. I don't have ANY idea of what this dream means...

If you have an idea, comment please.

ack! mono?

i get home, then i get sick. dammit. i have a sore throat, a fever of 100.1, and i cant stay awake for long periods of time. i am really hoping this is just a terrible sinus infection, or even strep, but i really feel like crap right now. and why am i awake at 6am? well i fell asleep on the couch immediately after i ate dinner, and i woke up because my neck is killing me. i'm kinda hungry...i might go out and get breakfast before they close my street. oh yeah, my street is gonna be closed all day today because they are like, puting asphalt on it. it sucks because its a cul-de-sac...only one way in and out. i am stuck at home all day...which might not be a bad thing considering i feel like crap.

Postin It Up

You know I gotta respond with a pic of my own... 

Anyway, lets get this thing down for sure: if you are coming to the party, comment it up suckas!!!

PS It snowed this morning: if anybody wants to go snowboarding during break, comment it up.

I did it!!!!

I finally got this stupid thing to work. Hurray for me.

Hey Guys

Hey everyone i'm a contributer now. I hope i'll be able to post everyday. This picture (if it worked) if you can't tell is Abby, brett and I we doctored it to look kind of like a Rembrant. Cool huh. okay so today i got a little taste of thie giving season. I went to the good will and donated a bunch of stuff. It felt great and now i must go eat dinner. see you soon...

Last day of Class!!!

kings_fan10

Yes, today was my last day of actual class. I know that the semester isn't really over yet, I still have three finals to take. But I don't have to go to class anymore so that is a step in the right direction. I absolutely cannot wait to be free of the stress and tension that the semester has brought. Maybe when it's all over I'll do something special for myself to unwind. Road trip maybe? Go visit and "old friend". We'll see. For now though, I'm here at work and still not quite free of stress. Finals are gonna kill me. I really need a break from all this school stuff. A two year break sounds really nice. Perfect. I hope I'm not the only one who feels like school is getting the best of me. Cuz if I am then that means I need to suck it up and stop complaining. But I'm sure that everyone else feels the same way. Oh and another thing, all you guys planning that huge party for Christmas, you guys have to promise me that we will all do something sometime this break in which EVERYONE will feel comfortable doing. I just want to be able to see everyone too. So because it was the last day of class, I feel like a celebration is in order. And what better way to celebrate than with a Mischa pic! Enjoy!

I finally have something to say that is of public interest!

yeah, until now all i had to talk about was dartmouth stuff. but not to worry, i am BACK!

a couple minutes ago i finally finished my 12 page research paper. and i got this random thought of how i'd feel next week when i'd be on the plane, landing in el paso. holy crap, theres that feeling again! i love dartmouth and all, its a blast, but to see everyone again, to be home...i just cant describe that feeling. i cant wait. i get to see things i havent seen since the wee hours of september 5th. i am so like, excited about going home right now that i just want to go find someone and tell them. i cant wait to see my family...wow, i havent seen my parents since the end of september. this is unbelievable. yeah i know once the novelty of being home wears off after a week i'll be longing for the freedoms of dartmouth...but i'll be home with EVERYONE and that is enough to make up for any loss of freedom. more than enough.

in high school i used to think that my friends there were more temporary then anything, mainly because i hadnt gotten very close to any of them, except a few. or at least i thought i hadnt. going away really helped me see that i was wrong, and that my friends really do know me well, and i know them well, too. (sorry if any of this was offensive (?) i dont really know a lot of what i am saying because its so early. or late).

cant wait cant wait cant wait cant wait...4:35, 4:35, 4:35...wednesday, wednesday, wednesday...

ok, we've all gotta have a music theory reunion!!! tracy's bringin the cake!!!

THA LAST PARTY!!!

The last party will be the 21st of December. Please contact me when you get in town for details.


The Anthem:

"Tequila dries me out, Beer just makes me fat, Whiskey makes me naseous - tell me who the hell needs that? If you're thinkin...bout drinkin, then the answer's crystal clear: It's the invisible intoxicant - It's called Everclear!"

Those of you who have partied with me before know what the gloves are about. If you haven't partied with me before, you'll find out.

Some Belated Pics

Here's some pics from last party...or before last party...there was nothing left after it.


Me and Rich before a big night of Partying...havin a beer...CHAMPAGNE OF BEERS!! What!


It's the Party Mountain!!! You wouldn't believe how long this took to arrange. It was like...flowers or something, sept we drank it afterwards.


It's like a vision. It was so beautiful. I didn't even wanna ruin them by opening them...That night I got over it.


I was excited...can you tell?

If this looks exciting...or even if it doesn't hit us up this Christmas Break for the...(ready for this)...LAST PARTY!!! The venue is closing at the end of the year so when everybody gets in from out of town, we're kickin it off. If everybody pitches in, we can have the PARTY OF THE CENTURY. Let me know when you are getting into town so we can set a date!

Bratwurst, Oh Yea

Bratwurst is tha $#!^!!! Nawmean? They are so much better than hotdogs. What you do is this: Boil them in Beer, then grill them and put onions and peppers on them. Don't forget the mustard. Good stuff - German food is awesome. All food is awesome, what am I saying?

Not the Unibomber

Not the unibomber...It's a fact.

I Must Say...

I must say, Brett, this site has lasted longer than expected. I say we rename it though: The Brett, Sean, and Liette Show. You know? Like blink-182. We're the only ones who have posted since November 15, and that was because Laura threw a post in for Amy's blog. I wonder if anyone reads this thing anymore besides us...

I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind...