boring ass dude

so i work 40 hours(usually more) a week for the past 2 years. my only breaks have been a month last summer and a month in january. i take little breaks, but then i have to make up the work so its kind of like a bad joke.



a big part of me wishes i was just in daytona working food service, staying up all night and causing trouble.

but heres my plan just so you dicks dont forget i exist: im gonna work till this january (i know its far away), save up all my money, then sell my car and quit my job. that way ill have money saved up and i can just hang out for months...maybe work at the video store on day a week. who cares.

i hate the world but love my friends. theyre the only thing that keep me going.

JESUS SUCKS.

OCTOBER SECOND, IT'S A SUNDAY, NO EXCUSES.
6PM $5-$50000000 donation at the door for
katrina relief. come help us clean up our
government's messes! now, your friends:

THE BEAT BUTTONS
STRIKEFORCE DIABLO
FIYA
TOWERS OF HANOI (okay ps-if you havent heard this band, HOLY FUCK they are good)
PICNIC LIGHTNING (early)
L'ARCA (new ville band)
GRABASS CHARLESTONS (?)
+anyone else worth a shit in gainesville

ALL money goes to something important. at THE ARK.
come rock the ganj.

tuesday september 13th
at wayward council

summerbirds in the cellar (curtis, brad, tyson, jade's band. www.summerbirds.com)
picnic, lightning (this is the band that kflow, jake, kathleen, daniel, gwyn, andrew, matty d and i play in)
fashion fashion and the image boys (sound like kid dynamite, blag flag and the dead boys mixed. sweet.)

also- sharky will be spinning records, there will be beer and root beer, and good people like k-flow and curtis will be there.

starts at NINE O'CLOCK (seriously!) so dont get there late and miss everything. if you come from out of town you can stay at my new house with all the owls in the living room.

i love gainesville.

if you dont like gainesville and you live here, please leave. no excuses, dorks.

i still love being straight edge.

free as the croissants may be, i still love being vegan.

i still like nathan lane. i guess.

read(ing): transforming a rape culture (no but seriously, EVERYONE should read this anthology.), this side of glory by david hillard, screaming at the well by reinaldo arenes, and kurt cobains journals

listen (to): erin tobey, pissed jeans, gary numan, MORD 7", flipper, imperial leather and girls at our best

quit being a fucking baby and get a life.

so im at my house, listening to the swans lp adam sent me a few months ago. i feel pretty okay right now.

i got a new job at uppercrust bakery. its really nice and they pay a living wage. i start tomorrow at 9am.

i started school last thursday for the first time in 4 1/2 years. its really really really what i expected. its painful because a lot of what ive studied the past few years is education, and this is just fucking ridiculous. everyone in my classes is just BORED and its unbearable.

im in this band called picnic, lightning. its really great.

i like this girl named heather, also really great.

a lot of folks in gainesville dont like me and its pretty unsettling. admittedly, i deserve about 25% of it, and for that, im not concerned. ive made my amends as well as possible, and its time to move on. the other 3/4's? im not really sure what to make of it. i know that i feel cheated and a little scapegoated, and that some things said just werent true. but i also know that when you talk shit, you get covered in shit, and thats where im partially at. did i even do anything? no. but im just gonna pretend that this is karma for the shit i used to do that was wack. i guess thats how ill rationalize it because id really like to be friends with one (yes, only one) of said people again. theres nothin i can do at this point, and thats fine. im okay letting this part of my life be over. im totally fine with people thinking that im "fucked up"
and getting weird when i walk up. i dont give a shit. i have good friends that treat me right, that i would never do anything wrong too. they know that, i know that, and we all have more important shit to worry about (ie people dying, school, making ourselves better people, james brown, etc) then who said what about who, and for that matter, who didnt say anything. i guess what im saying is, just like with the last 5 years, i dont care. not that i dont get totally fucking bummed as shit. cause i do. a lot.

megan pugh now resides in our home. i love her dearly and i hope good things for traci.

i changed my life a couple months ago. i hope thats okay with everyone.


adress and phone number are the same. please write. im sorry ive been a bad pen pal but see its been rough lately and im getting better.

i hope everyone is doing ok and if not, remember that youre in good health and hopefully good company so dont worry too hard.

i live with a girl named racist-t and a guy named fernando humphreys. we have friends named tammy and raven. and a dog named booya.

2608 and a half NW 8th St.
gainesville, fl 32601 (i think)
386-795-6673

it's so strange when you can feel yourself changing, and becoming closer to the person that you always wished you could be. not in the sense of "i wanna be cooler, i wanna know the cool kids" more in the feeling of "i wanna be a better person."

i've been thinking a lot about the forums we create around ourselves by talking about ourselves. how we speak in reference to our lives and who we speak it to creates a forum for said audience to talk about us. i don't talk about my life, on a live journal or to most people, because it creates a forum for people to talk about me. and that's what everyone's always so upset about right? "shit talking"? well, most of the time at least, it's your own damn fault. now this is just a new thing i'm trying out and obviously if you read through this live journal you wont see that i'm not a shit talking freak, but now i don't feel like i need it anymore. i don't need a lot of things i used to. i'm pretty happy about that.

it's gonna hurt to leave here. i really like it. if it didn't snow, i'd probably more here.

fuck. william faulkner was one smart dude.

mike's live journal is bleeding_ulcer and if you'd like to read a tidbit of exactly how i felt about plan-it-x fest, especially opposed to hardcore fests, you should check it out, he said what i was gonna say, and im not about to repeat it.

im gonna keep this live journal thing to read about your lives, cause i care, and it's a lot easier for me to read it on here then to try to call and email all the people who have these things. i guess what i'm saying is, i'm not gonna update this thing anymore, but for real.

daniel k halal
831 plum ave.
new smyrna beach, fl 32168
danielhalal@hotmail.com (cause the other email adress doesnt work) and easiest-(386)-795-6673

call me sometime.

shotgun a rootbeer, reagen is fucking DEAD.

some peoples lives are just awful and pathetic. i am a self absorbed self righteous self self kind of person who cant spell worth a goddamn. i make other peoples vocabularies worse becuase i say "fuck" so much.

you got climidia in yr eye. haha.


i dont care about my town right now. its lost all feeling. honor. nathan. jared. maybe a few. go to hell mother fucklers. thats right FUCKLERS.

last night i played gay bingo with 600 gay people. dope.









all ill ever care about is my friends. nothing else.



post script: im putting out a shikari/louise cypher split. how dope is that? FASSSSTTTTTT.

...more like revolution bummer, dudes.

im in oakland. its been alright. ive barely seen maree. half on purpose, half out of having lots of fun with everyone else. its been really awesome actually. i love cassie. and nate. yeah. and everyone else. i finally got some pants. i think i smell really bad but i cant tell. whatever. fuck.

SEE YA LATER SHITHEADS.

i think my brain may explode soon.

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it's raining real hard.

that ebay shit is ending today, so go here and buy shit for cheap cause no one has really bid on anything.

http://cgi6.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewSellersOtherItems&userid=danielhalal&include=0&since=-1&sort=3&rows=50


thank you for your precious time.

except not really a party, we're just gonna watch TROMA videos all night...heres what we're watching:


BLADES

BLOOD HOOK

and ZOMBIE ISLAND MASSACRE



!!!!! its gonna be sweet. 386-795-6673 call me and let me know...bring some fucking junk food and come around 8:00

http://www.albasrah.net/images/iraqi-pow/iraqi-pow



PLEASE GO HERE. please read about what our great country is really doing over there. maybe then people will understand why this will never fucking work. thanks for raping and torturing my cousins, you fucks.

i am generally anti-hating soldiers. most soldiers are in the US armed services because theyve been told that they will get money out of it and it will "make something of them". right now, im listening to that dystopia song.

"fuck your son i hope he fucking die's"






happy may day. my boss called me at 7:30 and asked me to work. i told him i'd never work for him again. read about may day too, even if you dont celebrate. www.iww.org

yo if you or anyone you know needs a smaller track bike PLEASE have them look at this:

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=2904&item=3675009869


i will indeed give the punx a discount, and if youre in the bay area i can personally deliver it to you mid-may. im selling it for a friend (kind of) and she needs money. plus you know...track bikes are dope.