who am i? where am i? what am i doing?
a small man named mike saul created this web
page to fill time. he is 23 and growing tired of things, but hope exists in his life, even if it is
only a small cup sitting on his tv. he can be found in the burbs of chicago.
other things i do
thinking about hesterman
i woke up in a strange place
what jail is like
calvin and hobbes
not a porn site, do not worry.
not to get a job
1. sleeping is cool
2. why not?
3. "Hey Mike want to do something?" Friend
"Sure, it's not like I have to work tomorrow." Mike
4. time for me to focus on learning to fly
5. wait wait, i'm broke...fuck.
created by me in 2001
madden record 5-0
Rock Star Life Style! Yes, I'm still living like I'm in college. But then again, my graduation
party isn't till tomorrow/today (fucking sleep thing, screw off, I'm trying to write here).
Yeah, continue the rock, even if my music won't.
"Funny thing about weekends
When you're unemployed
They don't quite mean so much,
except you get to hang out with
all your working friends" Primus - Fizzle Fry
Damn straight I get to hang out with my working buddies. I've spent most of this
week walking around my house attempting to find things to do. I've spent a bit too much
time in front of the computer, read a little, thought about the future but got
distracted by the breeze, and did my laundry. At least one of my friends
took this week off before he started life, or something that looks like life. He is the
one that has been playing basketball with me all those late late nights. He beat me in
"kickin junk". (exactly like horse, but completely different). I really have to stop losing,
or I'll continue to be last picked. But now my working buddies are coming to rock! At least
a little rock. We are going to have a whiffle ball game. That's has a bit of the rock.
Risk and Axis may not appear to be a rock star life to you, but have you wondered what
the rockin' guys do when they are not on tour? Well, have you?
I'm a little lost still. My mind keeps telling me to do both options, but both options
can never peacefully exist. So therefore no action, except action that may make me appear
to be the complete opposite of both of my options because when I get into those situations
I do my best to not allow them to work. A vicious cycle.
So, has anyone caught on what the hell I'm talking about? My guess is a big fat no,
and I'm going to keep it that way.
The most amusing thing right now, besides that I'm tired and I think that the beanie babies
keep looking at me, is the spring in my keyboard keeps making that "BOING" noise. So I
continue to type, and I continue to smile.
I'm a little lost right now. I'm not quite sure when it happened. A little bit occurred
last night when I was sitting on a roof in Chicago drinking some beers. It sort hit me, and
my mind sort of shut off. Most of the time I searched for things
on the ground to hold. Like those helicopters or whirrily-thingermabobs. I would look at them
for a while and then throw them in the air. Stoopud brain for shutting off and thinking about
I love it when I start to really complain about things in my life that are important
I become the most vague in my writing.
"I'm a pianist." Bach
"Thank you, good night." Yacko.
One of the many reasons I love Animaniacs.
The keyboard that I've been using since I've been home has a broken 'c' key. It only works about
half of the time, and I'm slowly getting tired of going back and re-hitting the 'c' key. I'm like,
"Hey c key, work why don't you! That is all you are suppose to do." And the 'c' key is like,
"Why aren't you working? Isn't that what you are suppose to do?" Since I have no rebuttal to
that argument, I will accept the 'c' key not to work all of the time until I get a job,
but if you see a 'c' missing in my writing, it is just that I don't care anymore about not
re-hitting the 'c' key as muh anymore.
A broken 'c' key does make you realize how often you use the letter 'c'. Even though in these
last two statements I did not use the 'c' key.
Okay, I'm talking about letters now, that is a sure sign that it is time for me to go and do
something, unless you want to hear about my thoughts on
Night basketball was played again, and again I lost all games. I really should start
to get some game, because without game it will be a long long summer.
No crazy antics for me yesterday. Risk was played with no appearance from the
Union of the Snake. That could
be that he didn't hear about it. Victory did not come for me though, and there was
no mention of how I'm a shithead, so I viewed the night as a success.
Daryl Strawberry was let out of jail today to be put in a drug rehabilitation
facility. The only problem I have with that is when the judge released him
she made some stoopud baseball reference about being up at bat with 2 strikes
and 2 outs. Hey judge, he has a drug problem, don't make some pathetic remark
about baseball to him.
Sometimes I wish I knew more about baseball...but then I take a nap and everything
Where has all the rock gone?
Recently when I go out to purchase a cd by a band I know and love expecting the rock,
I get no rock. The rock seems to be slipping from many many bands, just as it slips from
my soul. A shame really. Everyday I sit around thinking about how the rock has to
struggle to get out. Hell, I hardly enjoyed Propagandhi when I saw them play a
little while ago. Mostly I'm talking about a few cds that I rushed out, cds that I've been
looking forward to for a few months and the rock isn't there. The biggest insult is when
Weezer does not rock anymore. A shame. Many a nights were spent dancing and rockin' hard
to the other Weezer albums. No one had to say they rocked because it rocked so hard. Every
once in a while there would be some slower songs, but not the entire album. Now their new album
has such little rock from what I remember. Not that I will not like this album, but I really
wanted the rock. This has been happening a lot (Get Up Kids, Jets To Brazil), and I'm getting
tired of it. I need the rock still. If I lose the rock I'm not quite sure what will happen
to me, except maybe curl up and be all emo, even though I like emo, but my heart hurts
enough, why make it hurt more you know.
Anyone know of some cds that still rock? e-mail me.
So this is the real world. I could really get used to this.
The move back home has taken place. Right now boxes are my favorite friend.
Two nights of midnight basketball. Sweet. I understand that I've lost both nights,
but some good times were had. Except by my ankle. My ankle is a little upset at the
Sitting in a hot tub can make you appreciate life, or at least make you appreciate that your
friend has a hot tub.
If anyone finds any problems on this page after the move, please let me know. I think I
fixed everything, but who really knows...only the wizard knows, but he never likes to
Next time you read some new words here it will be written in the fabulous metropolis of
Lisle. I know, I know, excitement. Peace Champaign, I'm out of here! Well, tomorrow I'm
out of here.
Last night was a bit crazy. Irish Car Bombs were all around it seemed.
jeff came out and
the events were memorable, or forgettable, or can't be remembered, but never the less, there
were events that occurred last night. I mean, I did pour some for my homies.
Oh drunk talk...
Guest Speaker Todnight/Today - Colleen Lemke
pallaange!!!! mike sauul told me that pikus and joel "pallanged" him to post
tonight given his very drunken state. beause he has exhausted all of his
energy walking my drunkass home and because this is the last night of
college he has decided to allow me to post to this illustrious webblog
"man cutting globe". it seems appropriate at this time to point out
that i am not a man, nor am i cutting a globe. goddamn am i dry when i'm
drunk, but still; your cigarette was good, jeff, and me, well i'm just a wreck.
saul is one amazing american man. are there any single girls who read this site?
because if so, as his female roommate let me tell you, that to not pursue mike saul
is a big fucking mistake. whhho else would make sure his friend's girl made it
home allright? also, it seems like an appropriate timee to make sure that all of the faithfull readers are
not coompletely unaawaaaareeee of the dangerous ultrasonic waves being emmited by the
innocuoous looking fellow who lives dddownstairs fromyou. just be careful, okay? finally,
this is gradumacation. hello, and goodbye.
i'm out with a croooked smile,
Now some more of me
Damn Joel and his challenges!
So I'm back (as in Mike Saul) now with no spiky hair, incase you were wondering. My thoughts on a crazy
night, the last night of college (unless you count the parents visiting). The drinking
started early, 3:00 PM because Nannete
finally signed a lease, and the drink was in celebration. Sober, then continue...
in my mind, makes a good night.
The thoughts of me at this point: the fan is moving a little too fast, the walk home
seemed a bit long, Colleen and Val are great girls, what a strange town, chicago here
i come, MY HEART!, rock out and continue to rock out, future?..., party next weekend!, sleep...
A much more formal post later today.