Friday, August 31, 2001

| 6:47 PM |
Francis was working with M yesterday and told him to write about school. This is, by far, the funniest thing M's ever written:

> I don't want to go to school because I want to burn it down. I got the match and lite it up with hot flame and threw it on the ground. The fire got caught in school, so I didn't want to go. The school burned down then I began to cry. I couldn't go to school anymore, so I went home. I told my dad and said, "I burned the school down" and he said, "that's okay." I couldn't do my home work, but my dad made me calm down. I took a deep breath and I was happy again. My mom cooked me a cheese burger for lunch and my mom put it on the table. I ate my lunch with a coke and I felt much better. I went upstairs and watched my hands in the bathroom. My hands were clean and I got back down stairs and at on the couch. <

Today M and I went to get ice cream, and he wouldn't bring a CD with him to listen to in the car because I keep telling him how much I hate NSync, Britney, and the Backstreet Boys (that's what he usually brings). When I started the car, "Red Letter Day" was playing.

M: Who sings this?
Me: The Get Up Kids.
M: Do all of the Get Up Kids sing?

M totally thought they were a multi-member boy band, how funny is that.

Wednesday, August 29, 2001

| 10:46 PM |
Yoshi almost killed this woman's dog today, a little chiuhaua. It goes like this. Jaime Bergman is engaged to David Boreanaz. Jaime and David live together. My friend Beck is DB's personal assistant. Beck was watching the dog today, and dropped by my place to visit. I wasn't here for this, but the Ess-Dog was. The second that Beck stepped through the door with the dog, Yoshi went nuts. He hissed, he charged, but the Ess-Dog grabbed him and threw him in her bedroom. Yoshi is probably bigger than the chiuhaua, too. The little fucker wouldn't have stood a chance against Killer Kat. I have no idea how close I came to being able to tell a "My Cat Ate the Girl from Son of the Beach's Little Rat Dog" story.

Monday, August 27, 2001

| 9:39 PM |

Saturday, August 25, 2001

| 2:59 PM |
I should be out doing something exciting right now, but instead it's just another Saturday in front of the computer. Boredom combatted by a link from Mischief.

Your wife's name is Kellybean and you have 4 children. You're a movie star who drives to work every day in a black Ferrari.

It's truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with Kellybean in your shack in minnesota.

| 2:21 PM |
Three ways San Francisco has changed in the last five years:

1. There are a bunch of brand new lofts available on Sixth Street for rich yuppies. But those yuppies will have to park on the street. Suckas!

2. Lots of stores (e.g., Urban Outfitters, Banana Republic) have added second and third levels to their stores.

3. The porn shop on the corner of Bush & Kearny that I always passed on my way home from Grandpa's when I was a kid has changed its name to Adult Media: Erotica for the New Millennium.

| 1:19 AM |
I almost postponed meeting up with Rachel (*swoon*) for a couple of hours so I could see Jay and Silent Bob. I really want to see that movie!

Also, I wonder where my sister is.

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

| 11:17 AM |
The Ex-GF: Maybe I'll be Britney for Halloween!
Me: Oh, God...
The Ex-GF: And [New Boyfriend #3] can be Justin!
Me: And he can shave his head like Justin.
The Ex-GF: No way.
Me: Then he doesn't really love you.
The Ex-GF: hahaha.

Monday, August 20, 2001

| 9:59 PM |
I'm going home on Thursday.

You know the cops here they can't run down to your house
Sometimes I'll sit and wish I were somewhere else
So let's dim the daylights for the sweethearts that we are
Sometimes I find myself still lying in your arms

Avenues run one way, streets they run the same
It's gonna take a lot of shit for me to stay away

- Whiskeytown

Sunday, August 19, 2001

| 1:48 AM |
Ashley inadvertently summed me up best with this post: LAST TIME I WAS TRULY HAPPY: i am truly happy. i just don't act like it...

Hahahaha, I saw the girl from the Jimmy Eat World concert when I was on the Promenade tonight. She was being dragged along by some guy by the hand. I didn't bother to say hi. (With any luck, this means I'll be coming across Rachel Leigh Cook again sometime this week.)

Where was I going? To meet up with Laura and Courtney for some drinks.

I said I'd walk you home after our third round
Of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
And I grabbed hold of your hand
We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets
And I'm out of my fucking mind...

The great thing about Laura + alcohol is that I feel so alive when the two are mixed.

I drove home at 80 miles per hour. The air of West Hollywood right now is filled with the most beautiful scent.

Friday, August 17, 2001

| 11:29 PM |
What do you say to a beautiful movie star (who happens to be your age, which consequently means very datable) when pass her while crossing Larrabee and Sunset Blvd?

Laura and I were walking to the House of Blues tonight to see Saves the Day when we walked by Rachel Leigh Cook. She was walking all by her lonesome, carrying a yellow Tower Records bag. I missed my one big chance to approach a girl who could possibly be the next Girl of My Dreams. And just this past week I was telling the Ess-Dog how our friend Beck is really dropping the ball on finding me a Movie Star Girlfriend (Beck is David Boreanaz's personal assistant -- she's got connections for that kind of stuff). I was ready to forget Saves the Day and Laura too, all to talk to her. But I blew it. I chose Rock Show and Close Friend over Movie Star.

Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.

And then it hit me as we were in front of Skybar: "Is there anything I can say to you that wouldn't totally creep you out?"


(Post Script: The show came in an extremely close second place to hanging out with Rachel Leigh Cook. Plus, we saw David Schwimmer on the way back.)

Thursday, August 16, 2001

| 9:09 PM |
Bless the Ess-Dog's heart, she's the perfect roommate (she did dishes tonight!), but there is one thing that creeps me out about her. She never laughs when she's watching TV. Not the way that I laugh or Greygor laughs or Aud laughs. I don't know why.

| 7:21 PM |
I am a pariah of the internet community.

| 7:10 PM |
Jimmy Eat World this past Monday night, Saves the Day tomorrow night, and two episodes of the Gilmore Girls. This is the best week of my fucking life, and I don't even know it.

| 6:57 PM |
I take back every foolish thing I've ever done. I take back everything that I've done that has not made other people's lives better, everything that has not made the world a better place. I take back everything that I've done which lacks significance. I'm putting those things in a shoebox, to be set on fire in the driveway.

Wednesday, August 15, 2001

| 12:53 PM |
Today, I am being invisible. Not checking my voicemail, not logging on to AIM, cell phone set to silent. No one will know I exist, unless you're reading this, you were at Jiffy Lube this morning when I got my oil changed, or you're watching me wander around UCLA.

| 11:22 AM |
I am becoming addicted to caffeine again. This is a bad thing because for the past four years, I was doing fine without it. This is a good thing because if I don't have my morning fix, I am extremely moody and quite a horrendous bore.

A quick lesson on where I got all of my various names and titles from:
Weatherking is the title of a beautiful song by the band Small 23.
My diary, Throwing Rocks at Streetlights, is from a song by Low.
This Blog is named after a line by the Mates of State.
My title of my web site, The Sound of the Atlantic, is taken from the band Rainer Maria.
My AIM login, DocPenfold, is named after Danger Mouse's sidekick.

Tuesday, August 14, 2001

| 11:51 PM |
Rachels that I want to marry: Rachel Hayden, Rachel on Friends, Rachel on Real World 10, and of course, the Rachel.

| 11:47 PM |
Free pizza courtesy of the Ess-Dog, Star Trek IV on the telly: God smiles upon me.

| 7:21 PM |
The sky's going to eat us then I'd like to be digested into
A million pieces with you
I'd love to be scattered to Hell with you, to Hell with you
To Hell. With. You.

- Saves the Day

Monday, August 13, 2001

| 3:40 PM |
Mondays suck. They better start getting better, especially since I'm seeing Jimmy Eat World tonight.

This morning in the shower it occurred to me that I want to quit my job, for no better reason than to not have to work anymore. I was really tired, and I'm really burnt out -- is there really a difference between the two?

Funny thing I heard today, Dr. L describing my importance to Lois. "If I was Hitler, he'd be the SS. If I were Mao, he'd be the Red Guard."

Sunday, August 12, 2001

| 8:28 PM |
"Speed kills, but beauty lives forever." - Smashing Pumpkins.

I listened to the new Sparklehorse album today at Tower. It's coming out on August 28th, and it is a true masterpiece.

| 3:10 PM |
"That was one thing that David Fincher impressed on me. I'd always thought it was a big popularity contest, and the more people that liked you the better. And David said no, it's about doing what you do really well and serving the people who enjoy your work really well, and screw everybody else."

- Chuck Palahniuk

| 2:48 PM |
She laid her head on my chest
As the sun burned down the west
There's one thing we still got
It's one last dance in this parking lot
Oh, yeah I got a heart of darkness

Then she woke up to the fire
And the flames kept dancing higher
Satan would laugh at her screams
Then she woke up from her dreams
Oh, yeah I got a heart of darkness

- Sparklehorse

| 1:19 AM |
Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 19:54:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: jmc@wesleymail.com
To: tmusso@xxxxxx-xxxxxxx.com
Subject: Re: driving

hey.

thanks fer the email. it's the sweetest thing i've gotten in a long time (not counting the get-well ecard I got from my research asst.). i bought a new toy today, a webcam. ennnnjoy.

jeffy

ps is it possible to get sick again before you've fully recovered from being sick the first time? i feel like krap.

Saturday, August 11, 2001

| 12:28 AM |
Perfect midnight listening: Anthology of American Folk Music. When Slayer, South of Heaven just doesn't feel right.

Friday, August 10, 2001

| 10:41 PM |
"Music is the soundtrack to the crappy movie known as my life." - Chris Rock

| 6:18 PM |
Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 16:31:30 -0700
From: tmusso@xxxx-xxxxxxx.com
To: jmc@wesleymail.com
Subject: driving

hi
how are things

every time i see a jeep cherokee, navy blue
no matter what city i'm in
i wonder if it's you
and then i remember that you don't have that car anymore.
weird huh?

oh well
have a lovely weekend
xot

| 3:52 PM |
I've given The Family History a minor facelift. Go see pictures of me as a baby.

I am about to venture outside of my apartment for the first time in 48 hours. Wish me luck.

| 2:29 PM |
Why dating scares me.

A recurring theme on A Dating Story and Blind Date:
Him: I think she really digs me, I think there's a possibility for a relationship here.
Her: He's nice, but I think if I were to see him again, it'd be as friends.

So far, that's how things have always turned out for me.

Wednesday, August 08, 2001

| 10:47 PM |
Extra Favorite Quotes of the Day:

"Sorry, Zytar -- didn't your mother ever tell you? Don't mess with Earth!" - South Park

"Get thee to the potty!" - Francis

| 7:16 PM |
Why I enjoy reading Asian authors. They know me.

"I try to imagine Lisa Lee and immediately conjure up my sisters. I see them, one after the other, their faces like post office mug shots, and under their chins, instead of a serial number, is a plaque that reads "Lisa Lee." I know it's wrongheaded, even a bit spooky, and entirely indicative of bad wiring inside me, but in my heart every Chinese woman registers as an aunt, my mother, my sisters, or the Hong Kong girl whose picture my mother keeps taped to the kitchen mirror. They hold no romantic interest for me."

- David Wong Louie, The Barbarians Are Coming

| 12:02 AM |
"There are no stars in california.. or LA at least.. or maybe its just the valley. I really just want to lay outside and look at the stars, and not worry about where my next rent check is coming from, or who I am, or who I want to be, but instead just be happy for a little while." - catndahat

Tuesday, August 07, 2001

| 11:56 PM |
Reading over some old Diaryland entries of mine, curious about what the hell I've been writing about for the past year, I came across an old one with something on it that I should start up again.

Everyday, write down something good that happens to you.

Tonight at the bar, I caught a few lovely ladies here and there sneakin peeks at yours truly. I'm a simple man, all I want is for my ego to be boosted once in awhile.

| 11:33 PM |
Hey, guess what everybody! I'm sick! It's great. My nose is stuffy and I might have a fever but I'm not sure because it's damn hot in my apartment right now. My body is torn between feeling like it wants to drop to the floor like a lead weight and feeling like it wants to float away. I'm looking forward to consuming many different pills to combat my illness, which should lead to some interesting posts in the days to come. Keep an eye out.

| 4:48 PM |
Found out that she has a boyfriend, which means I have absolutely no prospects for the position of Girl To Break Jeff's Heart.

In related news, there are still no prospects for third member of our fight club. Note: cushioning the child's body with pillows not only allows for hits of greater force, but also increases the child's overall level of enjoyment.

| 3:07 PM |
Sitting at my desk in a windowless office.
Wearing a new Mates of State T-shirt.
Eating a turkey sandwich, drinking two-day old coffee.
Planning on walking to the bookstore to buy a new book.
Wanting to go home early.

Monday, August 06, 2001

| 6:00 PM |
Her: I have the worst luck when it comes to boys.
Me: I have the worst luck when it comes to girls.

So does this mean that we'll never be together?

| 1:40 PM |
"A sense of well-being returns as you continue to restore order to your environment and clear out clutter on physical as well as emotional planes." - Horoscope by Email

I've started a fight club with M. I don't know how easy it will be to find additional members, though. It seems that fifth graders who are willing to be my punching bag are hard to come by these days.

| 12:22 AM |
And many years later, in the glassy month of December
I stood with my hands in my pockets trying to avoid
The shining wedding portrait hanging on that old woman's wall
Because I knew you'd be wearing a smile that'd be too painful to look upon

- Sparklehorse

Sunday, August 05, 2001

| 1:59 PM |
Some nice new layouts:

Parcematone
JadedBitch
GonzoStar
Robot Frank

Saturday, August 04, 2001

| 11:59 PM |
Frank: I think the worst is over.
Marcus: Oh no, son -- it can always get worse.

- Bringing Out the Dead

| 5:47 PM |
I am the farthest thing from being an N*sync fan, but I have to give mad props to Joey Fat One for listing Ron Jeremy in his thank you's of Celebrity. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, that mentions a porn star in a product to be bought primarily by pre-pubescent girls gets a high five from me. Way to go, tubby!

Friday, August 03, 2001

| 11:46 PM |
What can you do?
I don't know if I can go.
I don't know, I'm not through with you.

- Saves the Day

| 5:37 PM |
I was taking a walk with Kid Koala this morning, and I saw the coolest little house for sale. I thought about how great it would be to buy that house. I'd repaint the outside, maintentance the garden a bit, and since I don't like to swim, I'd put a cover on the pool and ignore it.

Thursday, August 02, 2001

| 9:23 AM |
"That's it! If us guys are going to survive, we have to get rid of those girls!" - Kyle, South Park