I went to see the new Austin Powers movie on Saturday night. Having never seen the first one, I can't really compare it, but this one was funny, however, thre was no plot at all. To me it really just seemed like a really long old 60's TV show that was really funny with a lot of one-liners. Shagadelic Baby.

Friday - June 11, 1999
     Well, tonight's the night. It's John's big housewarming party, and it's my drinking contest with Annette. I've been waiting for this night for a long time, I just hope it's fun. And it should be. I'm all moved into my new place now as well. It's pretty cool, but there's nothing really in it at all. I'm just glad this week is over.

Friday - June 4, 1999
     Ok, so the Wall of Fly Ho's is now taken down in my office, and I'm moving it to my new apartment. Of course doing so has raised questions as to why I would do that and if I should. Certain people (who shall remain nameless) think that putting up a big wall of various pictures and cutouts, and then labeling it "The Wall of Fly Ho's" would ruin any good impression I could have on some new woman. I say, fuck that. If a woman is gonna base her opinion of me on what I have on a wall, then she needs to be booted to the curb anyway. Here are some facts for you. 1) The Wall of Fly Ho's has no ho's (fly or not) on it. 2) There are no naked or even scantily clad pictures of females on it. 3) The name came from one of my friends roomates at Madison some 5 years ago, was very funny, and has since stuck and been an inside joke. Most people don't get the meaning, and that's fine. But the way I feel is that if people are just gonna start assuming shit because I put what I think is cool on my wall, then they can smeg off.

Thursday - June 3, 1999
     You know the worst thing about moving? The utter lack of free time. I go home and I spend all night packing and moving things to the new place, and then unpacking them. I'd just like some time to sit and relax, or even go out and have fun. I'm hoping I'm totally settled in by Sunday so I have at least one day to do something.

Wednesday - June 2, 1999
     I have way too much to do this week. Not at work per se, but with moving. I'm moving into my new apartment with Andy and it seems like it's taking forever to do. It's just gonna be a while before I get everything the way I want it. Plus, our apartment is so huge that we have nothing to put in it! I just want to be moved in and drink beer.

Monday - May 31, 1999
     This has been a good weekend all around. First of all it's been so nice out it's just crazy. The nights are wonderful. Beyond that, I went shopping and got new shoes, which is a big deal for me, and I also got to see The Matrix again last night. If any of you haven't seen that movie, go see it, it is so fucking awesome. The only thing that sucks about the weekend is that I have to go back to work tomorrow. *sigh*

Wednesday - May 26, 1999
     So I'm sitting here, having a few beers, getting ready for bed, and I'm like, what the fuck, why not write something in my journal since I'm bored off my ass. Of course I dunno what to say. Oh yeah, for all of you who complain about my spelling and grammer, I have one thing to say: "Phuk Yew!" I've also noticed that way to many songs on the radio are about love and relationships. Usually I don't listen to lyrics, but tonight I have been. It's not that I mind really, but it's intresting that the number one thing to talk about in our society as it pertains to music is love. I suppose that means it's important or something, right? :)