Brendan

Amen

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 02:09:56 GMT

You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).

Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.

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agnosticism

96%

atheism

75%

Paganism

75%

Islam

71%

Buddhism

63%

Satanism

58%

Judaism

54%

Christianity

46%

Hinduism

42%

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Katrina

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 20:13:00 GMT

What a disaster down in New Orleans. My brother lives down there because he goes to Tulane Law School. Fortunately he and his girlfriend got out of their before the hurricane hit and drove to Houston. When and if he can return is yet to be seen. The city will be uninhabitable for weeks. His house and everything in it is probably destroyed and his girlfriends' car is likely gone. Right now they're driving back to Boston and will finish up their final year of law school at BU. However there are still a ton of people stranded in the city. I can understand if people are stealing food, but all the other looting and crime is just unnecessary. I just heard about gunmen who are targeting medical convoys. What the fuck? There needs to be a state of martial law down there. Anyways, keep all of those who were affected by the hurricane in your thoughts.

To work or not to work? That is the question.

Tue, 12 Jul 2005 14:16:21 GMT

Things are slow at work right now so I figure I might as well update this shiz. It has been awhile but keeping in touch with people has never been my strength. While I don't do a ton of work at this internship, the daily commute into Boston and the 9-5 timeframe 5 days a week has just drained me of all energy. For the month of June I was basically a zombie and just wanted to rest whenever I got home. But recently I have been hanging out with friends more and while I'm cutting back on hours of sleep, it tends to result in funner/more memorable times.

The movie Office Space seems a hell of a lot more funny after working at a place like this. Looking busy is half the battle. I'm the Billy the Kid of minimizing. One thing I never bought into is the superficial, faux-friendly office personality. If I don't want to talk to you, I won't. None of the cheesy-joke, chit-chat bullshit. Enough ranting for me. Time to go.

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 06:07:49 GMT

Boston Red Sox - 2004 World Champions. Amazing.

Tue, 27 Apr 2004 18:01:15 GMT

I haven't really posted anything here lately. Well...actually I have, I just thought my most recent entries were disguntingly Live Journal-cliche so I deleted them as soon as I could.

Classes end tomorrow and I am so stoked. People in high school think going to college is like this rite of passage and things will never be the same again and you'll make all new best friends. In some ways they're right and I knew I thought like that. But when everyone gets home for the summer, they'll get together with all their old friends, say what crazy shit went down at their respective colleges, and after that, everything's basically normal again. You just chill like old times. I know this definitely isn't true for all people but it's been what I've experienced so far. I've met some really chill people at college but I'd say my best friends are still back in Andover.

This is going to be an awesome summer. I have all this images of being with Amy and all my friends and chilling outside under the stars on warm nights and going to the lake and getting inebriated on various substances and going to amazing concerts. I just have to find a job first. Bah...

Brendan In The Hizouse

Thu, 19 Feb 2004 16:06:16 GMT

Lately things have been all right. School hasn't been too bad. I bought the new Air and Probot albums and they're each great in their own sense. Amy was here for Valentine's weekend and it was fun. We indulged in each others company and saw Butterfly Effect, played Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for PS2, went to this crazy Japanese restaurant, and hosted a radio show just to name a few things. My month-before-spring break starts next Friday and I'll be home for a week. Vacations are key.

Tue, 20 Jan 2004 03:17:46 GMT

I haven't really posted in awhile so I'll just update you all on what is going on in the drab life of Brendan Paul John Gibson I.

I've been back at school for a little more than a week and it has seemed like an eternity. My new classes are okay. They are later in the day so I get more sleep, but the classes themselves seem a bit more challenging than last semester's. Man, except for my guitarist Eric, I really am not that tight with people at this school. It's a great school and all, but my social life just isn't thriving. I usually look forward to going to shows and whatnot but no good bands are coming around anytime soon. Without Amy, I feel so alone. We talk on the phone and whatnot but the physical affection is lacking. I just need her presence. I can't wait to see her on Valentine's Day weekend.

The days seem to be going by slower and slower. Since there's next to nothing going on around here, I've been planning weekendly excursions to get out of this whole Villanova scene. For this past three day weekend, I visited my friend Matt in New Jersey. It was a fun time, but alas it is over. I'm also thinking of going to New York City sometime soon.

Yeah, so thats that. Not much else going on.

Tue, 06 Jan 2004 04:55:04 GMT

So I'm back in town for the time being. The trip I just got back from was terrible. I loathe family vacations. I don't have fun with my family at all, and being trapped with them on the Hawaiian islands for ten days was hell for me. I know I sound spoiled and whanot cuz it's Hawaii for Christ's sake, but man, it was rainy 9 out of 10 days there. The sun only made an appearance on our last day. Exceedingly rare for Hawaii's climate. New Year's blew ass. I don't even wanna talk about it. This trip made me so insane and feel so low. And then I'd lash out on Amy, the closest person to me, for stupid crap. These trips bring out the worst of Brendan Gibson. I fucking hate them like you would not believe. Anyways I'm back and I must make the best of the time I have left.

And it was all yellow

Fri, 19 Dec 2003 20:49:36 GMT

YELLOW

You are very perceptive and smart. You are clear and to the point and have a great sense of humor. You are always learning and searching for understanding.

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Mon, 15 Dec 2003 22:51:29 GMT

I'm diseased with influenza and it's finals week! Load up the shotgun. CHH CHH

Mon, 08 Dec 2003 21:34:48 GMT

Man, the past week has been pretty good. I've been gettin pretty good grades, on Thursday I found a bag of gonj on the hallway floor, we got snowed in, and the weekend was fun. On Friday, there was this mad game of capture the flag at like midnight in the snow. It was sweet. But my team lost. But it was still fun and that's what counts.

I've reconciled with the kid who sorta ripped me off at the end of last summer. He apoligized and paid me back the money so there's no sense in being pissed at him any more. I'm just not gonna be that generous with him again. It feels good though cuz I don't like grudges and hating people and whatnot.

I'm looking forward to going home for Christmas vacation. I think I appreciate home more. That or I know I'm gonna see Amy. Probably the latter. Anyways, I got nothing else to say so I'm out like Joe Lieberman at the Vatican.

Life and whatnot

Sun, 23 Nov 2003 18:49:00 GMT

Yeah so I haven't posted in a little while. Things have been pretty good. I'm becoming friendlier with the kids in my dorm. I'm pretty tight with this kid down the hall, Rick. We're both night owls and he comes to my room at like 2 AM usually and we talk for like an hour. Then there's Marc. Marc talks a shite-load and is one of those people who has stories already formed in his head and ends up telling you the exact same story like 3 times but thats okay. He's a nice kid. I sorta feel bad for him though. He's currently in his longest-term relationship, and his girlfriend is going to the University of Delaware. He says that she doesn't tell anyone at her college that she has a boyfriend so she can get to the sweet parties. And from what I gather, she's flirty as hell. She was here a couple weekends ago and was flirting with a bunch of Marc's friends when she was drunk. She grabbed Rick's crotch and stuck her tongue in some kid's ear when Marc was out of the room. And Marc doesn't seem like the open relationship kind of person because he is crazy about his girlfriend. I just think that it's a sketchtastic situation, but who am I to judge other peoples' relationships. I have this uber-conservative view on dating which sucks but I'm just stuck on it.

Anyways, Amy was here a couple of weekends ago and it was a grand time. We had plenty o' fun and it was awesome being with her. I think each day I don't see her, my moods unconsciously get worse and worse, but when I see her again everything lights up. It's gonna be fun going home for Skanksgiving Break. I actually enjoy going back to Andover. I know that "I need to get out of this town" is the cliche, angsty teenagers' complaint (that I admit I'm guilty of saying myself), but I enjoy Andover.

Lets see...recent news. Yesterday was the 40th Anniversary of Kennedy's assassination. It pisses me off because someobdy got away scot-free with killing one of the better presidents in US history. And then there's Michael Jackson...the scariest looking human being on the planet. If the grim reaper took off the black cloak and decided to go out in drag, the result would be Michael Jackson. Who knows what he did...but what parent in their right mind would let their kid sleep over his house. Pull your head out of your ass.

This past weekend was fun. On Friday I just chilled with Eric. We went to Philly and hit up a guitar store and every CD store on South Street (there's 4). We then came back to my dorm and just chilled. Yesterday I went to New York City with kids from my dorm hall. We went to Times Sqaure, the Empire State Building, 5th Ave, the Trump Tower, and Rockefeller Plaza. In the midst of all that, we at some point had lunch at Red Lobster. I ordered a Coke with grenadine for my drink, and the waitress brought me a Coke and Brandy. It tasted like monkey feces, but I thought it was sweet that I got some alcohol without any questions being asked. Later on that night, we came back to the dorm and everyone was partying in this kid Hurricane Dave's room. I call him Diamond Dave instead cuz I like the Van Halen rip-off. Anyways, everyone got plastered, except for me and my friend Delurey Mike cuz we're both on probation. Instead we just vicariously encouraged other people to get drunk. We're dirtbags. Anyways everyone got drunk, and this kid Ivan ralphed for the 3rd time in 3 weekends. I feel bad for Ivan, but fortunately for him next weekend is vacation. You know what I hate? Angry drunks. I just don't understand why they get angry so easily. I'm goofy as hell whenever I am drunk or high and just laugh a shitload, so I obviously don't understand why the angry drunks get angry. But they suck. You always have to watch what you say and be on guard for a fight or something. Diamond Dave is a pretty angry drunk. And also there's this girl Maureen who was chilling with us all last night, she's this tiny little girl who is pretty timid when she's sober. But man she got drunk and was nasty and acting like she ran the place. She was telling people what to do and shit. So me and Delurey Mike thought that that wasn't cool so we spoke our mind and were basically like "Who made you boss?" But man, Maureen went crazy and she was seriously yelling at us and she was hitting Delurey Mike and threatening to spray him in the eyes with this aerosol air freshener she had. It was crazy and everyone else in the room was basically her bitch and backing her up it just wasn't cool. I guess they were backing her up just to ease the conflict or something like that, but once she left they were saying how crazy she was and whanot. I didn't think that was cool because they were saying shit behind her back, the same shit Delurey Mike and I were feeling but were honest about and said it straight up, but whatever. One way in which I've changed here at college is that I've become blatantly honest with people. No sugar coats or BS, just the truth straight-up. Probably because I am not overly close with any of these people and am not incredibly worried about anything. I know I'd be totally different with Amy. I'm too worried about her feelings and view of me and whatnot so I'd be more sensitive. I miss Amy. I can't wait to see her in a couple days.

Anyways, I feel like I've been rambling on like one of those ignorant, Mafioso Italian guys for the past ten minutes so I'll stop now.

Fri, 07 Nov 2003 04:14:03 GMT

So my band had its first official practice tonight. We started off just playing a bunch of covers. We got Song 2 and Brain Stew down pat. But the rest of the time we just jammed. We need to get some original material down on the table. Anyways, we're a trio: Eric is on guitar, this kid John Paul is on bass and sings, and I'm on drums. Our name is still up the air. Eric was thinking names like Obscure or Renton, but I was like no, we need something catchy and memorable like "Group du Jour", but that is so cheesy (so me) that it will probably get shot down like a Nazi Zeppelin over Israel. Tomorrow Amy comes and will be staying for several days. The near future is looking bright for yours truly.

Halloween

Sat, 01 Nov 2003 17:22:03 GMT

Last night was a pretty good time. I had the whole Tom Petty thing going with the mad hatter hat and the funky glasses. I chilled with my friend Eric for awhile. We just hung around and then went out and bought some CDs. After that we went to the Ted Leo and the Pharmacists show on campus. They were pretty good, but I really liked the opening band, Weird War. They indeed suited their name, cuz they were weird as hell. They were like a crazier version of the Strokes with less music and more talking. It's hard to explain but they were just sweet. Anyways, I'm out like Joe Lieberman at the Vatican. Peace.

Sun, 26 Oct 2003 16:43:59 GMT

Last night I went to the Rooney/Travis show. Travis was awesome. After the show we got autographs of all the band members and our pictures taken with them. Once we got back on campus I just chilled with some people back at the dorm. I peer pressured this kid into getting drunk. It was sweet. The Yankees lost the World Series...at home. Amazing. And we got an extra hour of sleep last night. Anyways, I have my own dorm room now. It's good shiz. Today I have my first radio show. Hopefully it goes well.

Thu, 23 Oct 2003 19:50:24 GMT

I think autumn is my new favorite season. Summer used to be my favorite because the weather's so warm and sunny and there is no school. And autumn used to be least favorite because the warm weather ended and school started. But as I've grown older, summers are no longer all fun and play now I have to work during them. And I've realized there's something about autumn that I love. Autumn is beautiful to me in a sad kind of way. All the leaves are dying but they look so pretty. The air is gets so cool and crisp. I find myself walking around outside a lot and I look at the world around me and I feel so alone. I feel that if sadness were embodied in a season it would be autumn. Sure some might think winter would be the saddest season, but to me its autumn. Autumn marks the end of fun and is like the road to the end. You just see everything dying around you. The end of autumn is just so bleak. Winter results in spring and new beginnings and whanot. But I enjoy the sadness that I feel in autumn. It's weird but I like this depressing feeling. I thrive off of it. And during this time of the year I always find myself deep in thought. I don't know why, I just do. I love this seasom. It's sadness but it's so beautiful.

Tue, 21 Oct 2003 16:14:11 GMT

So I am back at college. My nine days in Andover were fun. It was good seeing everyone but alas, it is once again time for academics and french vanilla cappuccinos. I might be forming a band with this kid Eric which would be cool cuz I've always wanted to actually be in a band and we have the same taste in music. On Saturday I'm going to a Rooney and Travis show. It should be a good time. I have no idea what I'm going to be for Halloween. I was thinking either a midget or David Bowie. If anyone has any good ideas let me know.

Fri, 17 Oct 2003 05:06:59 GMT

To those who want to enjoy life...do not become the slightest bit attached to the Boston Red Sox in any way whatsoever. I would rather have an insanely bad team than one like the Red Sox. They always come so close to succeeding and then lose last minute in the worst possible way. All hope is lost...repeatedly. Ah, such a bad feeling. It's like walking in on your wife being rammed by your best friend. Except not that bad. Bah, frustration. Man, the mere fact that I am from Boston will get me shit at school, regardless of whether or not I am a Red Sox fan. There are so many New Yorkers and New York wannabes from Jersey. It will be impossible to escape. But alas, it is just a game. "There is always next year." Fuck that, I'm not following them anymore.

Sat, 11 Oct 2003 18:14:56 GMT

So I am back in Andover. It's nice to see Amito every day. But things are different here. I can no longer just walk into CVS or Bertuccis amd recognize everyone who works there. Friggin' Dunkin Donuts isn't in the same location uptown anymore. This town has gone down it's own path without me in the short time I've been at college. And also since my college is one of the few that has a fall break, no one else is really around. I hear some of my high school teachers have been fired by the budget cuts. Man things have changed.

Wed, 08 Oct 2003 04:47:43 GMT

Holy hell. I just downloaded Tiny Dancer on Kazaa and as I'm listening to it, the nice soft piano melody is suddenly interrupted by this loud ass noise that sounds like the computer is trying to shit a brick. What the fuck is that noise and why is it in every other MP3 I try to download now? Has anyone else experienced this craziness? I did find a live acoustic version of Tiny Dancer by Dave Grohl that is unscathed by the noise and it's sweet. But alas, this noise has ruined many a download for me. Cursed be that wretched noise.

Wed, 01 Oct 2003 00:42:39 GMT

Holy shitake mushrooms I've had a lot of work this past week. School is a beast. I can't wait for fall break. Unfortunately I have to get through some papers and midterms first. I'm gonna be having a midterm in Theology next week and I have no idea what the hell is going on in that course. I have fallen asleep basically every class. The professor is this ancient priest who was probably around for Jesus' birth. That class should come with a warning "Do Not Take And Operate Heavy Machinery". This class would seriously put Robin Williams in a coma. Anyways...I've been addicted to French vanilla cappachinos lately. Last weekend I saw my family and Amy. I had a lot of fun. I loved walking around the city with Amy at nighttime. This homeless black dude walked up to us and asked us what we thought the best nation is. We responded "the United States?" and he was like "No, a donation" and we gave him some money for his wit. I've been in this Britpop mood lately. It's great stuff.

Thu, 25 Sep 2003 03:12:21 GMT

This week has been shit-tay. I'm tired as a bastard and I have a bunch of school work and whatnot. I spent 3 hours filming for a school-run TV show yesterday and after we finished filming I put the tape in a VCR to check how it came out and it got jammed in the blasted machine. Technology...can't live with it, can't live without it. Those closest to me have seemed down lately as well. I have to meet the Dean tomorrow regarding my alcohol usage last weekend. Bloody hell. Man, I need some grammar help. I was talking to my roommate about Parents Weekend which is the upcoming weekend. I was like, "So are your folks coming next weekend?" And he was like, "You mean this weekend?" And I was like "Yeah...". See, the next weekend that I am going to experience I refer to as "next weekend." Yet my roommate obviously refers to it as "this weekend." I think he's right but I don't get it. I only refer to it as "this weekend" when its the weekend itself. Anyways, this is the most pointless, cockamamie bullshit ever posted, so I'll cease this nonsense. Oy vay, I have this beast of an exam on Friday. But after all it I should be getting my futon and then I'll get to see my family and Amy later on! Joy! The sun is gone but I have a light.

Down for the Count

Sun, 21 Sep 2003 17:45:57 GMT

One of the best nights of my existence was followed by one of the worst. Last night started off okay. A few kids and I walked into town and checked out all the stuff that was there and it was pretty cool. Then we headed back to the dorm and chilled. We went to this girl Claire's room to watch High Fidelity. During the movie we busted out the vodka. I had way too many shots and ended up drunk as a skunk. I got kicked out of Claire's room cuz I was too gone and somebody assisted me downstairs to my floor. From then on all I remember is being way too tipsy and not seeing clearly. Then the morning came... I woke up in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm. I guess I was sick as a bastard in my dorm room and somebody called the university emergency service and they brought me to the hospital. Some kid told me that before I was stretchered out, I was incredibly pale and some RA asked me if I knew where I was and I responded "Brendan Hall". At the hospital nurses asked me what my birthday was and I gave them my friend Matt's birthday. I left the hospital at like 7 this morning and I was shirtless, cuz for some reason I went in there without a shirt on. I'm feeling better now but man was I stupid sack of horse feces. It's going to suck letting my folks know why they are going to get a hospital bill. I also have to clean my clothes and bed sheets cuz I spewed everywhere. I don't think I'm going to drink again for a long time.

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 17:27:21 GMT

Yesterday was crazy. First of all, we didn't have classes because the hurricane caused the whole surrounding area to lose power. So I got to sleep in til noonish. The power and water eventually came back on at around 2 PM. Later on at about 6, I headed to Philly with some people to go see the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Before the show started we saw the bassist and got him to sign our ticket stubs. The show itself was off the hook. This band the Warlocks opened up and I liked them a lot. Besides a bassist and a keyboardist, they had two drummers and three guitarists. Twas a large band but a very good band. After them BRMC took the stage. They were so good. They put such emotion into their music. In the encore, the bassist went crazy and jumped into the crowd and continued to wail on his bass. It was such a good performance. And after the show, we went to this record shop across the street and spent a little while in there. When we left the store, we saw the BRMC tour bus pull up. So we all went over and checked it out, and before we knew it the bassist was out there, followed shortly after by the drummer and guitarist. We got all their autographs and were hanging out with them for a little while before their bus left. It was amazing. Even though they aren't famous, they are pretty big in the underground rock world and I admire them, so it was a crazy experience for me. All in all it was a great day.

Wed, 17 Sep 2003 20:33:09 GMT

The past week has been tough. A lot of stuff has been going down in my family, and for once in my teenage life I wish I could be there for them. School work has been picking up. It's what I expected and all, but I wish I didn't have to deal with it right now. Lately I've been thinking about how insignificant many things in this life are in the big picture. I was reading Plato last night and there was all this stuff about how true philosophers look forward to death so that their souls can be free to explore the intelligible realm and obtain absolute truth and knowledge without any hindrances of the body. I remember reading this stuff about 4 years ago and not giving a shit, but now I think its fascinating. Anyways on a not so dorky note, on Friday I'm seeing the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club in Philly with some people, so that should pick my spirits up. Next weekend I get to see Amy and my family. I can't wait.