| It's time ... |
[May. 14th, 2007|01:36 am] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Hold Up-Girl Talk | ] |
For me to hit the ol' dusty trail.
And I'm off. |
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| O Blurry World |
[May. 14th, 2007|12:48 am] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  hopeful | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Tits on the Radio-Scissor Sisters | ] |
Here's a vague list of things that DIDN'T happened on Saturday:
1) Me, a wall and an attempt at gymnastics
2) Peeing parties: Inside versions
3) Peeing parties: outdoors version
4) "I wonder who's going to get the syringe in their taco."
5) The OTHER French girl
6) Double fisting it.
7) Gimme magic.
8) The guys in the white suits.
9) "Dude, I never got that faggot vibe"
10) Following protocol
11) Little blood
12) Waking up and seeing Pat Robertson
13) *Kiss Kiss* "No, I need more magic" *Kiss Kiss*
I know this post sounds like that of a drunk 14-year-old high school kid, but a little debauchery never hurt anyone. And the good thing about this: Ya'll don't know what I'm talking about.
Here's to summer fun and ambiguity. |
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| Money and lesbian woes |
[May. 11th, 2007|02:16 pm] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Insistor -Tapes 'n Tapes | ] |
So, do money handling skills come with experience or with age? Because I have both and I have no money handling skills.
I got bored in traffic so I started writing down my summer plans and goals — on a bank statement. Take that Bank of America. I'll post them soon, I hope.
Oh, and I found an old picture of me and Carla from prom.
She's a pretty hot lesbian, just sayin'.
I'm off to find pink pants. |
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| It hurts when I type |
[May. 10th, 2007|04:16 pm] |
Or rather, it hurts when I use my hands — for anything.
I went rock climbling yesterday with News and I manged to climb higher than the previous week. A little girl came by and put me to shame by climbing much higher than I did. Show off.
Oh, and playing baseball with three of your crushes (past crushes, really) is an interesting experience. It wouldn't have been so bad if loose balls didn't keep hitting me and leaving me with battle wounds. Or unreasonable wounds, whichever sounds more eloquent and exaggerated.
I hope this isn't too ambiguous. I don't want to start a trend, or fall into the trap like others, of having ambiguousentries that try to come off as some lame attempt of existentialism. Or being emo. It's all the same really.
Summer plans are being drafted up right now, like some sort of comprise between my hectic schedule and my desire to get into trouble. Or getting sunburned and mug. It's all the same really.
I'm proud of the fact that I started a conversation today by saying, "How's the prostitution business going for ya?" I was serious about it, too.
Do you know how much that hurt? |
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| Pretty Lame |
[May. 7th, 2007|07:28 pm] |
I haven't updated this silly thing since Jan. 5. Very lame.
I would promise to make some overbearing journal post that will compile the key things that happend this semester — like writing a lot, people who practice douchbagery, Spring Break, running for editor in chief and ending up as Mr. No. 2 in the paper.
I would promise that, but that's just lame. I mean, do you want to know how someone completely flaked out on me when they were dating someone new, or when a certain someone ended our friendship because I was a 'coward' for not going to a coming-out support group or possibly hear my fear that I should settle and not care.
Probably not.
Besides, most audience members would probably want to hear how I committed some federal crimes, found a new idol or had nice spoonfuls of debauchery while writing some decent stuff.
That's probably the correct answer.
Whatever the case may be, I'm not going to make any promises to update the dear reader on my life becauses — well, it's kind of boring and I'm sure no one wants to hear my existential whine.
Besides, everyone knows that's what summer is for. |
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| Part of a Whole |
[Jan. 5th, 2007|05:09 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | my couch | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Dashboard-Modest Mouse | ] |
I love the fact that Kristen informed of the indiefucks on LJ. Now, i have these nuggets of oh-so eloquent prose to entertain me.
"my friend and i were shopping today and we are totally sell-outs because we bought skinny jeans but we need to be skinny for them so we're going pseudo-vegan and my current diet is basically the vegan antichrist i am gonna die i hate life
so bye bye fast food :(" some kid on best Fast Food combos.
For the record, a Number one at Chick-fl-a with Buffalo Sauce and a Dr. Pepper or three crunchy tacos with one soft taco from Taco Bell with a Pepsi are amazing. |
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| Ego Boost |
[Jan. 4th, 2007|03:56 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Betimes for bed times | ] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  energetic | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | All Night Diner-Modest Mouse | ] |
| | You scored as The all-round cute gay guy. YOu are a cute guy who many would die to be with..........lucky!!
The all-round cute gay guy | | 70% | A Big Bear | | 60% | Straight Acting | | 50% | Raging Queer | | 20% | Straight | | 10% | Straight Queer Basher | | 0% | S + M guy | | 0% |
What type of Gay are YOU?
created with QuizFarm.com |
Now if only other people could see these results. The funny thing about this: I'm 60 percent bear. I've never considered myself a member of that subculture, especially since the only thing hairy about me are my legs. Then again, it would be awesome to be "Oso Sexy." Huzzah for word play in both English and Spanish |
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| Jerk |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|03:44 pm] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| | Jerk? | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Jique-Brazilian Girls | ] |
So I'm going to be an asshole this year. Well, everyone except to people who are in my circle of friends and who I don't find annoying. Kind of tired of whole being nice and considerate to stupid people, or to strangers for that matter. And it seems that I'm already a jerk–-well, at least to Date Rape.
AIM IM with Thespuspunk88.
12:43 PM
me: hey
Date Rape: Hello
me: what's up
DR: not much, you?
me: nm here, too
me: watching 'best week ever'
12:45 PM
DR: ah, have fun last night?
me: it was anti-climatic
me: i went to a lame house party. i should have gone to a warehouse party
1:00 PM
me: jesus christ, everyone got some last night
DR: I didn't.
me: well, i didn't expect you too
DR: but everyone else did
1:05 PM
me: what are you doing?
DR: nothing, just bored, you?
me: thinkin is hould be an asshole this year
1:40 PM
DR: why?
me: well, i was telling my friend about what that guy told me. u know, the one i told you but you didn't say anything again b/c you were being passive. anyway, i was telling her how most of the gay swho are actually happy and succesful all have one thing in common: they're assholes
me: of course they have their inner circle of friends, but they're venemous, post-modern assholes who put the 'me' infront of everyone else
me: so if u make it through their venemous quips then maybe you be friends with them
DR: *shrugs*
me: i should do that. i mean ...fuck, i'm tired of being passive aggressive who cares for strangers and ppl. hell loook at xmas. i got a fucking socks and a Bible. pfft. lame! i should immerse myself into the gay lifestyle. not necessarily be a whore or a faggot but fuck, at least get some more often and not be concern with others
me: you know, people like conversation. it's good to hear feedback of the verbal kind
me: not something that needs an asterisk to make sense
1:45 PM
DR: well, you're doing a fine job at being an asshole, if you'd like my opinion
me: well, at least I'm being dynamic.
Thespuspunk88 has gone offline.
For those who don't know, I'm calling the kid Date Rape because him and his friends believed that I laced some cookies with date rape. Yes, not the drug that can lead to date rape but the Date Rape itself were main ingredients for those sweet treats. Was I too harsh? Part of me feels bad for him signing off like that, but the other half wants to beat some sense into my other half and Date Rape.
Huzzah for the world making another orbit around the Sun and not being destroyed by asteroids or global warming––yet. Take that Gore. |
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| This is the end |
[Dec. 31st, 2006|01:00 pm] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| | Doooooomsday | ] |
I've spent most of the night and this morning watching some Doomsday marathon on the History Channel. Even though most of these are just theories on how the world will end, I don't understand why I was huddling and crutching my blankets.
Best part of this marathon: Ted Haggard was interviewed on his thoughts on the Antichrist.
Because we all know that closet-cases who use meth are the best source of information of the Creator's rival.
Oh, and happy new year everyone. |
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| Suck on that Shakespeare |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|01:00 pm] |
| Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence | 
You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.
You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator. |
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| My Xmas Stocking |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|02:59 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | xmas stocking | ] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| | tooth ache | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Modest Mouse--The View | ] |
There was this existential piece I wrote on gift giving and all, but I'm too lazy to copy and paste (apple+c and apple+v) to do it tonight. Besides, I need to get down with Shakespeare and what not. I'll it up tomorrow, I hope. Oh, and I do want my stocking to be stuffed with goodies.
( my xmas stocking ) |
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| Shakespeare's got to be paid, son |
[Dec. 14th, 2006|12:36 am] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Ben Folds-Fired | ] |
[For he's] A man whose blood / Is very snow-broth; one who never feels /The wanton stings and motions of the sense/
- from Measure for Measure
I have a Shakespeare final at 11 a.m. tomorrow. Lame.
It will consist of 5 scenes from three plays we read this semester, and I have to explain each scene.
Then!
I will have four possible essay topics and I have to write on two of them.
All in three hours, of course.
Not only do I have to study for this final, but I have write six journal entries on my Shakespeare performance that I was involved with. If I didn't tell you, I was Sir Toby from Twelfth Night. I was a drunk knight who lost his pants in this scene; I also helped to come up with a plot to embarrass the jerk in the play––Malvolio.
I danced in front of the class without pants!
I had a double layer of undies, though––gay briefs and Christmas boxer briefs.
I walked around campus for the rest of the day without pants.
I was complemented on my legs, too.
Yes for being an attention whore.
The final exam can't be too bad––I mean, the professor gave us six possible essay topics and 10 possible scene passages on a nice review sheet about two weeks ago. But alas, I hardly looked at this sheet in those two weeks. Shiet.
I read good plays this semester––Twelfth Night, As You Like It and Measure for Measure––so I'm kind of disappointed with me in the fact that I might do these plays justice come tomorrow morning. I should get back to studying, though. As part of my study session, I'm watching She's the Man with Amanda Bynes. Many don't know this, but She's the Man is a modern adaptation of Twelfth Night. |
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| Three Things |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|01:14 am] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Cold War Kids-Hang Me Up to Dry | ] |
1) Is weird of me to ask someone if they take off their socks before sex? I mean, do you take those extra seconds to take them off? If not, then why do you bother to take off your shoes. Just drop the pants and waddle yourself to the bed. Sex only needs a few square inches of exposed flesh to function, while one organ is safely and surely wrapped up in a condom.
It's a relevant topic, really! And it wasn't to a complete stranger either; it was someone whom I've been talking to. It's platonic, really.
2) I asked someone out two days ago. Last time I asked someone out was after a Harry and the Potters concert and that didn't end well. After I asked him, he said, "Do I need to answer, right now?"
I'll take that as no. Fucking Date Rape.
3) You know you're becoming a grammar Nazi when you're copy editing the titles of pornographic movies at a video store. |
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| Do ya'll think this is true? |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|11:18 pm] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  giddy | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | Cellphone's Dead-Beck | ] |
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness To Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
I'm always apprehensive of quizzes that has "stongly" as a choice. I mean, it's so extreme. Anyway, real update coming soon. |
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| J'ai 20 ans! |
[Sep. 2nd, 2006|11:16 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | Right now I am.... |
| |  happy | ] |
| [ | From iTunes its.... |
| | johnny cash -- God's gonna cut you down | ] |
That's "I'm 20 years old" in French.
I'm 20, but I still look like I'm 17, especially when I have my hair combed over. I'm a little sick right now so I didn't "party" hard last night. I just had dinner with a close friend and came back to my apartment to play with my new toy -- my new Apple MacBook. Trés chic et sexy! It's so sexy and fast and sleek. Huzzah for having internet at home now.
I also went to the doctor yesterday to get a general check up. Every time I go to the doctor's office I get extremely nervous: palpitating heart, tingling fingers, clammy plams. The nurse usually takes my blood pressure a couple of times because the first one isn't really reliable. Anyway, my blood pressure kept acting funny yesterday and my doctor was freaking out. I have to return Tuesday morning to have some biometric device attached to me; it's going to check my blood pressure every 20 minutes to have a more accurate reading. Great, I'm going to be in classes with some machine around my arm.
The doctor ordered about five blood samples from the lab. That was painful. The nurse at the lab was a gay Mexican from Tapico, a port city in the east, and he began gossiping with me -- well, more like he talked and I just stayed quiet. When he was drawing the last blood sample another nurse came into the lab and both Gossiper and the nurse started to gossip about other employees.
Nurse: I told her not to transfer any calls to me today
Gossiper: I know! That's just not fair making you work by yourself today.
Nurse: I should have requested today off
Gossiper: You should have. Girl, they're working you like a red-headed stepchild.
I laughed so hard about the 'red-headed child' comment that I moved and that the needle came out. I have a nice purple leisure on my arm now.
Nice birthday, eh? |
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