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|Friday, August 12th, 2005|
|I’m closing down the pattern department…
I just looked at my LJ calendar and was a bit shocked at the limited number of posts I’ve made over the course of the year. I did pretty good last month, churned out five. A lot of stuff has been happening, but I’m just not motivated to chronicle the whole shebang. I fear that I would slip into that whole “this is my male diary, let me annoy with all the spiffy details of my life” mode if I were to write during this particular period (read as: summer). I’ve lost interest in politics, social commentary, bad movie reviews, and giant fake breasts…essentially, all my inspirations for keeping my LJ up to date. So, where does that leave us?…Well, I’m not exactly sure, but it’s the same place we’ve been for a couple months. If you can appreciate a breeze that blows sporadically with hardly any way of knowing when it may return, then I guess it’s not a bad place to be. In the meantime…
TONIGHT @ GORDO’S BAR in SAN MARCOS: DAPHNE LOVES DERBY!!!
Also @ The Sanctuary: thePanicDivision and Forever is Never w/ a whole lot more bands!
We’re going all the way to San Marcos just to see DLD, and hopefully if their set ends around 9pm, then we’ll head downtown to check out the rest of the show. I’ll also take this time to plug some concerts in Boston that I'm really hyped about in case anyone is interested in catching a show sometime.
( 22 days...Collapse ) Current Mood: excited
|Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005|
|These types of quizzes are tougher than you think…
Name five fictional characters you'd have sex with, then tag five more people who have to do the same. Don't forget to name the person who tagged you.
“Tagged” by valkyrjan
Princess Lily from Legend.
Shelly from Sin City.
Persephone from The Matrix Reloaded
Amanda Beckett from Can’t Hardly Wait.
Annette Hargrove from Cruel Intentions.
Honorable Mention: Jordan Two Delta from The Island.
Unlike Carly, I’m not willing to combine any of my choices if necessary to conserve time or space. It would require way too much concentration on my part (aha!). On a side note, although they are fictional characters, I chose them based on how they were portrayed by the actresses. I can’t say I chose every single one based on character traits, because if Shelly from Sin City were real, I wouldn’t touch her with a forty foot pole. Point is, well, there really is no point…
In other news...my roommate and I were offered an on-campus apartment as the result of summer room change. The place itself is supposed to be pretty schweet, but I’m just worried about having to buy stuff to fix it up, you know, make it hip to da game. If anyone has any suggestions as what to decorate the place with besides lame ass black & white photos in oversized frames (stupidest motif ever!), then suggest until your heart is content. I’m also looking for a giant Texas flag shower curtain, since the days of using the community showers in Warren Towers are over. I’m not sure if Steve would dig it, but if he can’t accept me for who I am, I mean who I REALLY am (a red-blooded apologist from the South), then I guess he’ll have to learn quickly…hahaha…but seriously, I’m serious, about the shower curtain thing. Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, July 25th, 2005|
Plagiarized verbatim from valkyrjan
I think it's inevitable that as we read each other's journals we create mental pictures of each other. Post this on your own journal to find out who your friends see when they read about your life.
The person must be in the movies or on TV (but doesn't have to be an actor/actress). The person can be specific to a role (e.g. Jennifer Elhe's Elizabeth Bennet) or just the person themself.
Please post a link to a picture of said person in the comments if you feel it would help identify the character. (For example, I can think of at least five completely separate physical representations of Johnny Depp!)
These castings can be based on things in the person's personality or on physical traits you know they have.
ATTN: No Scott Baio photographs, it gets old. And absolutely no deceased animal remains (you know who you are!). If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s uncooked meat. YARGH!!!
ATTN AGAIN: I actually updated my myspace account. It almost looks legit. Add it if you want, but I can’t promise I’ll add you back…buwhahaha…
Current Mood: accomplished
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
|A Conflict of Visions: Bananas and Bushusuru…
*Inspired by a post from turboniumm5 with help from the Associated Press*
READ FIRST: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20050711/ap_on_go_su_co/scotus_hispanic_nominees
I nominate Professor Frisky Lachet de la Piza Robinson III for the next Supreme Court Justice! He’s a mammal of integrity, experience, and strong resolve. If you think those qualifications are too broad and too general, I think you’re a partisan bastard that should take my word for Professor Frisky being a quality nomination.
UGH! I can't stand when the media and politicians bring ethnicity into the picture. Such is the case with a recent article from my favorite news source (the Associated Press via Yahoo!). Aston made some good points supported by known facts about the Hispanic population around the country, but I’m going to go a step further and venture outside the realm of logic and statistical evidence…
I’m going political.
I could give two shits if the next Supreme Court Justice is the first red-assed baboon to hold a public office because if it gets the job done, then it gets the job done. In fact, maybe we should run a little experiment using red-assed baboons in place of Supreme Court Justices.
The hypothesis: Even red-assed baboons would realize that people who pay their utility bills and own their own homes should not have them taken away by the city, especially NOT to make room for mini-malls devoted to selling tupperware. Not only is that a waste of plastic, but it’s tacky as fuck. In addition, I would also project that there would not be a need for judicial recesses since they’d pretty much fly through decisions one after another. Is it arbitrary? If by arbitrary you mean “lacking bias and not legislating from the bench,” then YES, it’s totally fucking arbitrary and totally what this country needs. Is it efficient? Red-assed baboons are known for there efficiency throughout the animal kingdom and are known to be picky eaters.
Now, let’s take it a step further and replace EVERYONE at the highest levels of government with red-assed baboons. What would the world be like then? I’m confident that no one would notice since they’d be too occupied with how cute the red-assed baboons look in suits and ties, those international governments would probably sign anything they’re given while entranced. Pay no mind to the critics, from the LEFT and the RIGHT, that say this could pose a risk for an international incident. I’m not at all afraid that one of the baboons might begin throwing fecal matter at international diplomats, or throw up all over the Prime Minister of Japan. The latter of which already happened, thank you #41.
My next post is already written, but this entry just sort of wrote itself after I read Aston’s post. The next one might upset a lot of people, more so people who might just stumble upon it randomly and aren’t used to how I analyze certain aspects of the world. For that reason, it’ll be a “locked” entry. If there are any lurkers still out there that want to read it (even though I doubt it since I post so infrequently), then just say so. Current Mood: artistic
|Wednesday, June 15th, 2005|
|Dr. Strange-glove or: How I learned to stop worrying and love the DA…
I know I’m late on this, but I’d like to take this time to share a glass of “Jesus Juice” in unison with MJ admirers all over the world. For once, I agree with the verdict of an over publicized, often sensationalized, character assassinating court case. First there was Scott Peterson, wrongfully convicted of double murder on circumstantial evidence. Then, there was Robert Blake, idiotically acquitted despite a dozen eye witness accounts of murder plots since 1999 against the life of Bonny Lee Bakley. But now, we finally have the truth…Michael Jackson was the target of an frivolous scheme. And by frivolous, I mean “totally uncalled for and unnecessary.” It was like that time I saw O.J. Simpson slipping on a pair of black gloves before he headed outside onto Commonwealth Avenue in the middle of Spring. I looked him right in the eyes too…talk about fucking awkward. But really, we all know that case was a set-up, an example of deferred adjudication as executed by a sordid underground group of narcotics selling ninjas.
Now, I’ll be sincere, there was some real freaky shit brought up in the MJ case. If only for a second, let’s think critically about this. Seriously, if ALL the evidence taken from the seizures at Neverland couldn’t convince the jury that Michael Jackson was a pedophile, then nothing could. Unclothed anatomically correct mannequins, pornographic materials, an abundance of wine filled coke cans, and an elaborate security system rigged to notify the resident of unannounced bedroom guests…doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary to me. In fact, I think plenty of middle aged men possess a combination of those things (namely p0rn and wine, I’m not too sure about the other stuff, but you get the idea).
Let’s face it though, there’s no way MJ will ever regain the popularity he once had in the United States. It’s something that he couldn’t have avoided, even if he had never been investigated for child molestation, had more facial reconstruction than Joan Rivers, ran out of the hospital with his baby (Prince Michael II) still drenched in placenta, allowed Bubbles the chimp to be used in a failed CIA overthrow of the Cuban government, left Emmanuel Lewis wandering the NYC subway system in a diaper, and, my favorite, refused to sell back the ENTIRE Beatles music catalog to Paul McCartney (agent provocateur of the most BORING Superbowl Halftime ever!). All those things aside, I don’t think MJ has one red mark against him. It’s a sad thing to say, but the American television audience has a fascination with fallen idols, and if there is any tortured soul more vulnerable to ridicule, it’s Michael Jackson. Is he creepy? Hell yes! Is that a crime? Of course not!
In closing, I’d like all the readers out there to recall some of the happier times we’ve shared with MJ. I want ya’ll to think back, way back, to those nights you spent with MJ and his amazing music. “Thriller” is still, regardless of anyone’s opinion but mine, the greatest album of the 80s. I, like you, remember sitting in front of the TV awaiting the premiere of “Black or White,” only to be traumatized by the video’s violent and sexually explicit conclusion which included MJ’s infamous groin grab. Likewise, as is the case with many readers, I recall being sentenced to a week of suspension for recreating the groin grab while standing on a crowded lunch table. These are just a few moments that I’ll always owe to Michael Jackson…The King of Pop! Current Mood: touched
|Thursday, May 26th, 2005|
Raina, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
Kori, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the Barley show on Friday. It sucks that you had to leave SA so quickly, but I’ll stay true to my $5 bet that we’ll cross paths unexpectedly. =)
Ryan (Effigy), I’m back in town. If you read this, give me a call. If you DON’T read this, I’ll give you a call soon.
Ryan (Opt), there’s a HUGE show on Sunday at the Sanctuary that you should check out. Also, I’m about 90% sure I’ve got a drumming job for you (for real this time!) if you’re interested. It’s different than what we were talking about ages ago.
Carly, a response is in the works.
|Erase and Rewind...
You are 57% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 14% Arrogant.
|You are the Hand-Raiser, that annoying kid in class who always had an answer for everything. No doubt, as a child you probably sat in the front of the class, anxiously waving your hand back and forth in the air while your teacher desperately tried to avoid calling on you because you were the ONLY fucking kid that answered her questions. Clearly, the key traits of your personality are your rationality and your extroversion. You are like a little talkative calculator, in other words. You also tend to be rather gentle and less arrogant than most people. So what is your defect, then? Well, you're boring, and when you're not boring, you are just plain annoying with your ultra-logical responses and constant need to talk to others. So keep waving that hand in the air, son. I'm still not calling on you. You are too logical, you talk too much, and your humility and gentleness only makes me hate you more, because they make me feel like I almost SHOULDN'T hate you. But I do. Big time. |
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Your exact opposite is the Brute.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Braggart, the Haughty Intellectual, and the Robot.
I thought this was pretty hilarious. Though I wasn’t EXACTLY the child portrayed in this quiz, I must admit to being more studious than most children my age. I’ll also have to agree, I’ve made some enemies because I’m so chill about everything. Especially when good things happen, they just sort of fall on my lap. HIYO! But really, as action-packed and humorous as I might come across, I’m the last person you’ll see lose his cool. No, I’m just kidding. I’m like a bobcat on speed…
Some house keeping issues….The media’s debate on filibusters? Bullshit. I’m appalled, but very little about any sort of Congressional assembly appalls me these days. That’s not to say that there aren’t senators or representatives that still hold true to their duty as public servants. I went five months without any sort of television in my dorm room and only sought out a television to watch 24, Lost, and American Idol (all of which ended in the last 72 hours). Corporate news channels, as much I liked them in the past, have become soap operas. Honestly, they deserve Emmy nominations for the convincing the public that Michael Jackson’s child molestation case (he’s innocent!) is more important than veterans suing Donald Rumsfeld over health care issues. Now, I won’t go blaming the public, since I know they have no control over what is displayed on the plasma screen. It’s just the way that news anchors sit in their chairs with straight faces while they give you the equivalent of water cooler gossip about the most meaningless shit ever (sometimes even "important" stuff too).
On to other, more positive, topics…
I’m starting to think about what next semester at BU is going to be like (only surface predictions, nothing too deep).
1) New classes: Holy shit. I did it again. I got the schedule I wanted thanks to the help of everyone who saved my classes. Not only that, but I’ll also be first to select classes next semester. I’m most excited about Philosophy & Religion. The teacher is supposed to be “pretty off the mark,” which in JAmes-speak means “interesting.” Social Psychology is looking pretty good right now too. I look forward to actually writing papers with backbone and getting as much feedback from my professors as possible.
2) New roommate: Let’s face it, I learned all about "college life" from Trevor. Things might not have worked out for him in the end, but I take my hat off to him for working so diligently, and partying so fucking hard. I met a lot of people early on in the semester thanks to him, including my new roommate Steve. He’s studying abroad second semester, which means I’ve got to start thinking about my Spring 2006 living situation. Hopefully I’ll find someplace on Bay State (specialty housing?) and work my way into the Common Ground house for Junior year. Until then, I look forward to learning about EVEN more amazing music from Steve, and getting an apartment during summer swap.
3) Old Friends: I couldn’t have asked for a better variety or greater caliber of friendships than I made over the semester. Every weekend ended up being infamous for some reason or another, all good reasons though (dance!, hotel parties, concerts, exotic cuisine, strange shit that happened on the T, finding out that Warren Towers will implode if anyone runs a commercial microwave and micro fridge at the same time, etc…). The only thing that sucks is having to keep track of all the different events that took place while inebriated, and not entirely remembering who scrapped you up off of Commonwealth Avenue. Ouch.
(Disclaimer: I never got so intoxicated that I collapsed on Commonwealth Ave. I find that type of behavior to be deplorable and signifies a lack of pride in oneself, one’s friends, one’s family, and one’s country. But I sure as fuck know people like that must have had a blast. Stay in school.)
4) My cowboy hat and assless chaps: That is all.
Um, I think I’m forgetting something. Oh, that’s right! How did I end up at this point in my life after my slight absence from LJ? Well, that’s a complicated answer…at least that’s what I thought at first… Current Mood: confused
|Saturday, April 23rd, 2005|
|On the run...
Eight hours isn't nearly enough time for most people, but most people don't know what it means to master the instant. Let the rain come, I'm ready...
|Tuesday, March 1st, 2005|
|I’m a Cowboy, baby…
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west, where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts…
That’s right LJ land, less than two months after arriving in New England, I’m switching my attire in favor of sunny skies and toxic clouds of death. I will be visiting Hollywierd, the slums of Beverly Hills, the Santa Monica pier, and the airborne syphilis infested streets of Los Angeles. This year’s Spring Break will definitely be one to remember…
But in all seriousness, or rather even more seriousness, I think I may have found a lesson in all the exploration I’ve done in the past month and a half. During my first night in Cambridge, I tried to imagine what valkyrjan might have experienced that filled her with such enthusiasm as to afford me the opportunity to feast with friends at Upstairs on the Square. Coming to BU, I slowly started to recognize the slang terms for the buildings and areas of activity, and life as seen by all my BU LJ friends. Now I’m going to anticipate what winterblitz
, and left_x_feild might have seen out on the western front, what types of inspiration exist out there. I’ll also be traveling to the ultimate concrete jungle in April; the final stop on this semester abroad. It’ll be a low key appearance, and only for a weekend, but I hope it’s the pinnacle of this five month adventure. I’m excited to go back home after school is finished, after enduring life without quality bean and cheese tacos, or big red, and share all my stories with friends and family. Fuck yea, it’s a life of possibilities…
Even though I don’t depart for Los Angeles until Saturday, I’m going to take my leave of absence now. I know I don’t post much anymore, but it’s hard to accurately capture the state of awe and discovery I’ve been in recently. I’m currently maintaining a correspondence with a young woman from ASU (the product of a serendipitous encounter before I left home), so that’s where the majority of my good stories and pseudo philosophical meanderings are located. Though I’ll never post those letters online, it’s nice to share them with someone who is as interested in their development as I am; and likewise, I’m intrigued by her perspective.
I’ll post again in a week or two. If you know the number, you’re going to call it. If you know who I’m staying with, you’ll stop by. If you know when I’ll be back home, we’ll work on keeping these pages filled with fresh ink. Peace out to my homeboys and homegirls!!!
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Current Mood: excited
|Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005|
|A case of the Mondays…err, Tuesdays…
Daily Word Hunt: Vagina, Star Wars, Noble Peace Prize, Humility, Grease.
After being discriminated against, and being told I’d never have what it takes to perform in the Vagina Monologues, I’m probably going to attend the show this weekend. I really have no idea what it’s about, but I heard it’s like the Star Wars of female sexuality. I just really hope there’s bunches of hot chicks working the show, or else it’ll be a total waste of my time. I guess it’s good to have the experience though; I’m trying to court a bi-sexual woman, and I’ve gotta have my shit down. Nah mean, son?
Speaking of livin’ libido loco, listening to !!!’s “Me and Giuliani Down by the Schoolyard (A True Story)” makes me want to make out with every chick I see. I’ll be listening to it when my face book stalkers IM me, and suddenly they don’t seem “that bad” to hook up with. I mean, at least they like me for me. And damn, when I go out on the town listening to that song, I’m such an animal. But not like a mean, ferocious, foaming at the mouth animal…more like a cute puppy who you don’t notice is humping your legs into submission. Yea, that’s me.
I can’t believe the Pope got a Noble Peace Prize nomination. He hasn’t done anything of importance since ‘95, and all his recent announcements have been furthering the gap between generations of Catholics. I can’t believe how many people at BU even practice Lent. This year was the first year I skipped receiving ashes on Ash Wednesday, and it felt good. I eat meat on Wednesdays and Fridays, and I didn’t give up anything. In fact, I stopped giving up things in elementary, and instead started doing something productive.
Most Catholics like being obedient to the man-made laws used to observe the holy seasons, but not me. I was a renegade with my practices. Real faith is about thinking outside the box, and telling any sort of hierarchy over your life to step the fuck off of you. No one can control another person as well as the individual himself/herself, not even a clergy man. Plus, saying what you gave up for Lent is stupid and self-centered, and totally goes against the humility religion was meant to instill in people. The same thing goes for giving to charity; it’s stupid to say how much you donated and to which charity. It’s the 20th Century, and people are still buying their way into Heaven…or in most cases, out of Hell. Lucky for me, I know where I’m going…Auckland…
I got a haircut this weekend. My hair started growing over my ears and I felt like one of those indie grease monkeys. Fuckin’ pitiful! There’s no reason for ANYONE to have hair longer than a buzz cut. NONE!!! I also went looking for a pirate costume to wear in the dining hall at some point before May, something FABULOUS to wear outside of Warren too. Like, I want to be the Elton John of pirates…
( A very personal letter, don’t read unless you know it’s for you…I’m serious!Collapse ) Current Mood: productive
|Monday, February 14th, 2005|
|I “love” my boo…
Dear Absent Valentine,
You didn’t show up this year. You didn’t show up last year either. Fuck, now that I think about it, I’ve never even seen you before. But that’s not important. What’s important is that I really like you a lot. If you were hear today I’d treat you to a Swanson’s TV dinner, and a movie I got off netflix. Do you like the Back to the Future Trilogy? If so, I can arrange a private viewing for us in my floor’s common room. Just the two of us, a Swanson’s dinner, and Michael J. Fox trying to bang his mom. Let’s do this…
Okay, that’s it. Valentine’s Day sucks so much. Some girl walked into my philosophy class with roses (how fucking cliché!), and all the other chicks just started complimenting her on such a romantic gift. Yea, real romantic…like my black ass…
If I had a regular booty call (i.e. girlfriend), I’d buy her things in honor of the most miniscule occurrences, and totally skip Valentine’s Day. Anyone who places any emphasis on today is a fucking loser. And forget about buying flowers, teddy bears, and heart-shaped peeps…it’s all about vinyl records and hand made-sweaters.
ARGH! Who the fuck am I kidding here? Does anyone want to go eat dinner with me tonight? I’ll take you someplace nice and sketchy. And I’ll pay for it too. We don’t have to make rabid animal love afterwards…unless you insist. If there is more than one of you out there, we can totally make this a group extravaganza. FYI, I ran out of my birth control pills, so there’s definitely some risk involved. Someone switched them with my vitamins, and being the observant health freak I am, totally didn’t notice.
AND SOMEONE FIX THE ELEVATORS IN TOWER C!!! They are the most retarded inanimate objects ever. Now, if you will, please enjoy this small picture of Yanni.
Current Mood: pissed off
|Tuesday, February 8th, 2005|
|Pardon this unscheduled post…
Holy fucking shit. Before anyone starts thinking that I’ve become a neo-progressive (I’m all for exploiting the illusion of the American Dream!) , and want to change the world through programs monitored by sleazy bureaucrats, let me turn your attention to the guy writing this article…
It might not occur to most readers out there that I’ve actually been learning things at BU, but I have. Oh, I have. I’ve learned that these AP journalists have a RESPONSIBILITY to summarize the information without becoming analytical in the nature of their dispositions. But look at this fucker’s diction and tone. Alan Farm is a shitty writer, and should be fired. I should take his job because I NEVER let my opinions get in the way of my writing.
Okay, now on to the politics of this article. Boo-fucking-hoo…we have no more public education programs designed to shove money in the school administrator’s pockets. A lot of the money spent on these programs doesn’t even reach the kids, and even if they do the implementation leaves much to be desired. But while we’re cutting useless programs, we should also cut the entire President’s Cabinet. I liked the idea back in the day when President’s would get the best qualified individuals to aid in decisions facing the American people with regards to specific facets of our nation’s structural make up. But seriously, this cabinet is a joke. It’s full of people bound to a strict ideology, one where the possibility of dissent is not likely. At all. I’m not saying that hasn’t been the case in past administrations, but it’s never been so apparent to me as it is NOW.
And word up to all you bitching about the defense budget…so what if we’re spending lots of money on building weapons? I hope they build a fucking laser gun to vaporize your ass for talking shit about privatizing social security. Or a GIANT fucking sound weapon to make everyone in the Warren Towers sandwich line shit themselves. Yea, you know what I’m talking about. That line is ridiculously long, and a GIANT sound weapon is needed to shorten it. Fuck terrorism, let’s fight a war on ignorance. That way, we could totally declare war on anyone who doesn’t know how to properly use the Peach Cocktail machine. Drug prevention programs for kids or shorter lunch lines? It’s really not that hard of a choice, folks. I also think that our budget should be used to buy the Secret Service some Storm Trooper outfits and cattle prods. Oh man, that’d be off the hizzle.
In the NO-SPIN ZONE, when you’ve got your head stuck straight up your ass, you’re bound to have a shitty outlook on things.
PS: There are NO Chick-Fil-A restaurants in Boston, MA. If I would’ve known this, I wouldn’t have come half way around the world. ;)
PPS: The first great film of 2005. Current Mood: pissed off
|Friday, January 28th, 2005|
|It’s not bestiality if it’s love…
Is there anyone out there who wants to go to the Kings of Convenience concert @ The Paradise Rock Club. I’m really, really, REALLY excited about attending this show. It’d be awesome to know that someone else out there is as eager as I am. Anyone?…it’s only $12.
So, I went to the JAMnesty event at the GSU yesterday. My buddy Joe’s band (Wasted Chance) was playing. The first band was just a comedic train wreck of genius, with really smart pop progressions and humorous lyrics (think Bloodhound Gang meets Dynamite Hack). The next band was called KITE, and they were excellent. It’s not usually my cup of tea, but it was definitely a good set. -- check them out on myspace. The third band was a nice pop punk quartet, and I did enjoy their cover of Roy Orbison’s “Crying.” The fourth band was Wasted Chance, and they just rocked the fucking hizzy. They are an acquired taste, but I was inspired to go out and start knife fights with school mascots. Joe threw his bass into the ground, shattering it, at the end of the set. I only saw one song from the last band, but it was INCREDIBLE. It’s like jazz infused alternative funkaliciousness. Overall, a very eclectic ensemble of bands.
It reminded me a lot of the first local S.A. show I attended. It was in a rather unconventional location, if not more so than GSU. Yes, I’m talking about the Crystal Ice Palace. DEFEKT, Red Light District, Medicine Tongue, PROTEIN SHAKE…it was quite an introduction into “the scene.” Does anyone know what lies beyond the musical borders of SA-town? Frankly, it doesn’t fucking matter who knows, or what they know. I’m going to see for myself… Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, January 26th, 2005|
|The first great battle, of the first great war…
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
I’d like to apologize to all my LJ friends. Today, I looked at my facebook page before I logged into LJ. I’m really sorry, I don’t know what got into me. Nothing like this has happened before, but I’d like to make it clear that I am indeed in the initial stages of becoming a facebook whore. I apologize to you, your families, and myself.
In keeping with the words of Mark Twain, I’m going to branch out into the deepest reaches of Boston’s abyss. I’m going to join a fraternal society called Lambda Phi Epsilon. As I’m sure everyone knows, LPE is the Asian American interest fraternity on campus. Some of my friends have vigorously questioned my decision to join LPE, but those same friends have never seen House of the Flying Daggers. See, I’ve got a plan. By joining LPE, I will automatically be the object of desire for our school’s Asian American women. In fact, I’m eyeing one girl in particular in my Statistics class right now. I know she wants it, but I’ll make her wait at least another month or two. Yea, I’m a player like that…
FUCK! I totally missed auditions for the Vagina Monologues. I’m crushed. Fortunately, I’ve been listening to massive amounts of Coldplay, and I’m feeling a lot better about it. Speaking of music, I’ve acquired two recurring theme songs here in Boston: Nick Drake “One of These Things First” & Supergrass “Alright.” They perfectly fit my mood, and I wish I was cool enough to have an Ipod so I could listen to them on the way to class. Well, on the way to class WHEN IT ISN’T CANCELLED!!!
Reservations are set for 8pm on Friday at Upstairs on the Square. I have no idea what I’m going to wear, but trust that I’ll be the sexiest looking man this side of the Charles. Saturday is going to be awesome as well, mostly because I’ll have a chance to chill with two other chaps who abandoned their homeland (Tejas) in favor of whiter pastures. We shall recreate the Alamo in the Commons, and conduct a snow ball fight to the death!!!
So yea, I’ve turned 23 since last time we ‘interacted.’ Fuck, sometimes I wonder where all the time went. Oh wait, I’m only 19. In that case, I totally remember where all the time went…straight down the fucking toilet like my pocket protector this morning. On a lighter note, behind the LJ cut is a synopsis of my birthday weekend. It’s going to continue until Sunday night, so everything I do until then counts as part of the celebration…no matter how insignificant. Fuck it, I hereby declare everyday to be my birthday. That’s 19 spankings from beautiful women everyday. I’m currently taking applications…
( Birthday Odyssey…Collapse )
Current Mood: happy
|Sunday, January 16th, 2005|
|The Eagle Has Landed…In Boston!!!
(Cue Blur “Tender” and The Dismemberment Plan “Life of Possibilities”…this is a LONG post)
As you can tell, this is my first entry from BU, in Warren Tower C. I don’t know why, but I’m starting to regret coming here. What was I thinking? A new kid in a giant dormitory, with no friends. That’s me. I hate it, because in my mind I’m so used to having people around and having fun. I’m becoming more miserable by the minute, and there’s no one here to listen. This is the worst thing ever…
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! JAY KAY! JAY KAY!
Seriously, my ‘new life’ rocks the fucking Parliament. Tons of new people, places to go, things to do. Like I announced, this is a LONG post. But it’s informative, kind of. It’s made up of short summaries of my days here, and what I’m learning about college, and adapting to life without sandwich spread. Read on my friends, it’s all for you…
( You are invited...Collapse )
Current Mood: happy
|Wednesday, January 12th, 2005|
|Zero Hour: A Crow Left of the Murder…
Maybe this whole thing was a few months late, but for me it’s right on time: http://www.livejournal.com/users/koolaidhangover/71801.html
Here I stand, again -- ready. Completely. I am no longer in search of...I already found it. Now it’s time to learn how to use it. And I suppose one day, I’ll begin another journey for something else entirely. But first things first…first things, first…
18 Hours. Logan Intl.
30 Hours. Warren Towers.
48 Hours. ???
I’ll see you soon. Whoever you are. Whatever you are.
If I could break this wall down, it could be my foundation -- the start of me. Breaking the mold that I created, it’s good to have goals. I’ve got transportation and some comfort along the way. I was never aware of the albatross of a stunted bantamweight. Added a few more inches, fresher air now. I’m a bastion of strength. And I’m standing over seven feet tall. Now I’ll never be scared at all. Splendid, what a pair of shoes can do. As dim as it sounds, what an awakening…
This odyssey is calling me, and I’m going to enjoy it. Implicitly. Duck and cover motherfuckers, duck and cover… Current Mood: energetic
|Friday, January 7th, 2005|
|Terminus: 5 days…
I’ve spent the past two days held up in my room playing Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. In between 5 hour play blocks, I ate @ Panda Express (twice!), discovered a new use for Pringle’s cans, helped an elderly woman call her daughter using 1-800-Collect (the daughter left her at the mall, in Foley's!), got a bunch of free cookies from Great American Cooke Co. (ate them while driving), turned and (accidentally) drove into oncoming traffic, finished off a six pack of wine coolers (REAL men love them!), was called a “muff burger”, and threw a GIGANTIC pleasure toy into some kid’s empty swimming pool. Undoubtedly, the most USELESS 48 hours of my life.
However, I write this post with a purpose. Everyone needs to play MGS 3: Snake Eater. Yes, I know it’s just a videogame, but it definitely has a moral to the story. For a work of fiction, it’s a very real truth about war and a soldier’s loyalty to his/her country. I’ll touch back on this underneath the LJ-cut, where it’s safe to talk about “controversial” topics that might accidently lift the veil of ignorance. But for now…
GOOD JOB, RICHARD GERE!!! http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=638&ncid=638&e=3&u=/nm/20050106/en_nm/people_gere_dc
Pfft…elections are so overrated.
( Who enjoys rapid stimulation? I sure do!…Collapse )
Current Mood: infuriated
|Sunday, January 2nd, 2005|
|Raindrops are falling on my head…or is that your drunk cousin on the roof?
DAMMIT! I tried my best NOT to post until the day before I leave for Boston, but I couldn’t help myself. After realizing that my “New Year” doesn’t technically start until January 13th, I just couldn’t resist. I’ll probably be celebrating it in a dorm room, with a bottle of cheap vodka, all alone…and now that I think about it, that’ll probably be a lot like my birthday 10 days later. BUT HEY!!! Let’s look on the bright side -- NYE wasn’t such a bad evening. I woke up severely inebriated with two furry looking hush puppies drawn on my arm, and a GIANT portabella mushroom on my right cheek. At least that’s what they looked like to me. I’m not too sure, but whoever drew them must have been starving. Luckily, they washed off. Mostly.
Well, since everyone is being introspective and loathsome about how they are such terrible people and really need to fix their lives…I’ve decided to do the same thing. But these resolutions aren’t just for the new year, they are resolutions for the New Day -- everyday that is my New Life. Before I implode into a pile of emotional laxative, I’ll place my goals underneath an LJ-cut, so as not to gang bang your “friends page” with my best entry of the year, thus far! Go place some shrimp on the grill, open up a bottle of yoo-hoo, and unbuckle your pants…this may take awhile…
( Resolutions for the future of my existence…Collapse ) Current Mood: irritated
|Monday, December 27th, 2004|
|Thanks for the killer game of Crisco Twister…
So here I stand -- ready. Well, almost. I’m surrounded by gifts from people - of people, of materials to help me along my way, and with so many amazing memories.
I think my last two posts summarize everything I can articulate for the time being. Truth be told, I’m not in much of a mood to update either, although I still enjoy attempting to bring dry wit to your journal posts. I mean, I have a lot to say, but neither the time or patience to formulize a decent post. Not that I put any thought behind what I write, but you get the idea. I hope.
I’m going to use the remainder of my time here to take it all in, relax my mind, and shoot the proverbial shit. I don’t know when I’ll be posting again, but I think that my journal will take a different shape, tone, and perhaps user-name as I attempt to make friends in an unfamiliar place, and get tuned into whatever frequency it was I was seeking in the first place. Have no fear…I will chronicle my confrontations with trust-fundian rebels, and other assorted scumbags, with their neo-fascist ideals and cowardly assessment of western civilization’s decline. As well as the variety of people I’m hoping to meet, with their insightful observations and overall awesomeness. Expect sordid tales of ice skating and aimless strolls around the city. And stuff about food. And the music scene. And women. And kicking ass.
I hope all of you have fantastic New Year’s celebrations, and I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, I encourage you to make a few more LJ friends. Surely you’ll find interesting folk on my friends page, and I already know two people who would be PERFECT LJ buddies (but I’ll let them figure that out tee-hee). If anyone wants to holla at ya boy, just shoot me an email or something (unless you’re on AIM at 3am). And if need be, I’ll get in touch with you. Or at least try. For now, I’ll leave you the less thematic version of a what I once was able to recite from memory…
If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own friendship! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice? - Richard Bach Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, December 14th, 2004|
|You know where I’ll be, in search of baked beans…
The Official Countdown to Boston begins today: T-Minus 30 days and countin’…
I’m taking this show national! What exactly does that mean? I have no fucking clue, but that’s the awesome part about this. Call me a hopeless romantic, but there is something absolutely beautiful about arriving in a new place in the dead of Winter, then watching it bloom into Spring. I have a month to tie up all the remaining loose ends in San Antonio. Old friends will be revisited, and lots of Bed, Bath, and Body Works items will be purchased. I have to start gathering my belongings, taking inventory, and arranging my music. If anyone knows items of priority I need to bring for my dorm, now is the time to tell me. I’m also in need of folks that are willing to ship tamales, pan de juevo, and Big Red to me via the underground railroad (The Hispanic Soul Train).
So far, the only thing I have to decorate my dorm with is this:
The balance of my tuition will totally clean out the booty money reserves I had (for food, movies, and booty). If someone with an awesome taste in interior decorating wanted to buy me something to perk up my bachelor pad, then by all means…SPEND! SPEND! SPEND! I won’t try and hold you back from buying expensive stuff either, buy whatever your heart tells you to buy. Really. If you think I need a state of the art stereo system -- then so be it. If you happen to have some xtra-dough laying around for an I-pod, that’s cool too. C’mon, a dog’s gotta get a bone.
Stopping short of full on Martial Law, I’m going to set up some new security parameters on my journal. Since I think it’s silly to have a “friends only” journal and attempt to voice an opinion on current events, I’m going to keep my rants public (but underneath an LJ-cut). If you want to expand your mind with the help of curse words, or find humor in becoming aware of your own intellectual shortcomings…then it's there for viewing.
( BREAKING NEWS: Scott Peterson's punishment verdict is total bullshit…Collapse ) Current Mood: giddy