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Saturday, April 30, 2005
I am Peter Pan
Taking a little break from the studying to reflect, or just talk about some things. So we moved most of everything out today. No more shelves, no more carpet, no more books we brought to make us look smart. It's very weird. And this damn chair (the one that comes with the room) is straight shit. Like the one I brought was by no means a La-Z-Boy, but it is the bomb compared to this one. It has those leg things that let you sit straight, lean back or forward. So every time I lean in one direction, the whole thing moves, causing me to semi-fall out to realize I'm not going anywhere. Since the couch has been gone, my sense of spatial stuff has been completely out of wack. Maybe it's all the Benadryl running through my system.
I have become a lover of Mexican food. I never used to eat salsa, but now it goes on every fourth chip or so. But I feel like I could almost eat this mess like once a day (the burritos and quesadillas do not count!). Mess is really good. Well, actually, I am reminded of why I don't eat this every day. My stomach is beginning its rumble. The bathroom and I are pretty good friends.
This whole college thing is almost over. It's kind of weird. I said today it feels like just yesterday I was in high school. The whole time thing is for real. The years have come and gone, and all I have to show is what I don't remember about psychology and some funny stories about roommates who I don't know their names. This year though allowed for some bomb memories, those "late-night" college memories if you will. I will not list them out, but don't be licking my head like Michael Jackson!
Speaking of Michael Jackson, he is guilty. He's got to be. What normal person had photography books of nude little boys? Actually, I think the question is who would make one in the first place. Ugh, Michael Jackson confuses me. But I insist on reading the daily run-downs of his trial. Am I freak because of that? He's odd, but mess is real interesting. I can separate the man from his work, so even if he did stuff to that boy (who, by the way, had to know what was poppin off, his ass was like 13), I will still rock some "Remember the Time" and everything else he recorded up until 1991. Everything after that is crappy. "Earth Song"? "Childhood"? "I am 47, but think I'm 13 and I believe I am Peter Pan"? Man is a freak, but don't act like you never got down to one of his songs. Heee heeeee!
Well, I believe the Supreme Court has sent a subpoena for me to read. I hate that crap. I hate my computer. It's so slow. Oh well. Peace up. ¶ 7:06 PM 0 comments
I have become a lover of Mexican food. I never used to eat salsa, but now it goes on every fourth chip or so. But I feel like I could almost eat this mess like once a day (the burritos and quesadillas do not count!). Mess is really good. Well, actually, I am reminded of why I don't eat this every day. My stomach is beginning its rumble. The bathroom and I are pretty good friends.
This whole college thing is almost over. It's kind of weird. I said today it feels like just yesterday I was in high school. The whole time thing is for real. The years have come and gone, and all I have to show is what I don't remember about psychology and some funny stories about roommates who I don't know their names. This year though allowed for some bomb memories, those "late-night" college memories if you will. I will not list them out, but don't be licking my head like Michael Jackson!
Speaking of Michael Jackson, he is guilty. He's got to be. What normal person had photography books of nude little boys? Actually, I think the question is who would make one in the first place. Ugh, Michael Jackson confuses me. But I insist on reading the daily run-downs of his trial. Am I freak because of that? He's odd, but mess is real interesting. I can separate the man from his work, so even if he did stuff to that boy (who, by the way, had to know what was poppin off, his ass was like 13), I will still rock some "Remember the Time" and everything else he recorded up until 1991. Everything after that is crappy. "Earth Song"? "Childhood"? "I am 47, but think I'm 13 and I believe I am Peter Pan"? Man is a freak, but don't act like you never got down to one of his songs. Heee heeeee!
Well, I believe the Supreme Court has sent a subpoena for me to read. I hate that crap. I hate my computer. It's so slow. Oh well. Peace up. ¶ 7:06 PM 0 comments
Thursday, April 28, 2005
The Post-it Always Sticks Twice
Alright, so we know something went down last night and continued on into this morning. I established that I was not involved, but I ended up staying up late talking about it? I may not have been all up in it, but I still have shit to say about it! I hate taking it to the internet to discuss things, I really do. I've done this in the past and I don't know if I feel like doing it again, but this mess is kinda too funny not to talk about. And this hasn't stopped me before.
How does one tell somebody they don't want to live with them anymore? For myself, I move the fuck out and say nothing. Here today, gone tomorrow. It was my fridge, so your salsa and bottled water can live on the floor. I did take out the trash, so it wasn't too asshole. "I moved out. Have fun." That's what I told this fool. I am no good with that stuff. But it has always been with people who I had no kind of relationship with, so I was peace out, have fun. So what do you do if you want to get out of Dodge but not be the asshole? It doesn't start with a note.
I am a dude. I've watched Sex and the City. Girls do not want to be told big news by way of a note, post-it in particular, but note nonetheless. So to tell someone you've been in any kind of relationship/friendship with that you don't want to live together by way of note is something that cannot be condoned. It is not fly. And as a girl, you should know this. I should really be studying man! Anyway, how you gonna tell somebody through a note, a piece of paper with three lines explaining that you value the friendship, etc. and then say, I am leaving. You don't value anything if you are leaving folks a note. I didn't value folks, thus, I left that ho a note. The other folks I lived with, I just moved on out, no note, no nothing. I had no problem with that and I didn't have to deal with the reprecussions cause I was gone. I didn't pretend to care what they thought, I left those fools in the apartment with the K-Mart door alone, no idea where I was going and that I was not coming back. See ya you leaving loud-ass video games running all day, want to break down Gregorian chant with 15 other folks in the living room, I watch movies by candle light fools. You can't leave someone a note and then see their ass the next morning. You just can't.
I think there should be etiquette for assholes. If you're gonna be a punk, be a punk 100%, all the way. None of this half-ass punk because then you look dumb because you can't take the heat enough to say something in person so you leave a note thinking this will be cool. I will never get a note from someone telling me they're leaving because we will buck. No doubt. So yeah, if you're going to be the person who left the note, also be the person who got the fuck out and never had to see the person you were leaving ever again. Cut this mess off right then, be gone, no trace you ever lived there. Lingering is the worst thing an asshole can do because then, you are a lingering asshole and nobody likes those.
Come correct and all the way, expect the worst. Or get to packing and be gone before the note-receiver returns. That's how you be the asshole and still can think of yourself as alright. This mess is no joke. But it is funny. ¶ 5:34 PM 0 comments
How does one tell somebody they don't want to live with them anymore? For myself, I move the fuck out and say nothing. Here today, gone tomorrow. It was my fridge, so your salsa and bottled water can live on the floor. I did take out the trash, so it wasn't too asshole. "I moved out. Have fun." That's what I told this fool. I am no good with that stuff. But it has always been with people who I had no kind of relationship with, so I was peace out, have fun. So what do you do if you want to get out of Dodge but not be the asshole? It doesn't start with a note.
I am a dude. I've watched Sex and the City. Girls do not want to be told big news by way of a note, post-it in particular, but note nonetheless. So to tell someone you've been in any kind of relationship/friendship with that you don't want to live together by way of note is something that cannot be condoned. It is not fly. And as a girl, you should know this. I should really be studying man! Anyway, how you gonna tell somebody through a note, a piece of paper with three lines explaining that you value the friendship, etc. and then say, I am leaving. You don't value anything if you are leaving folks a note. I didn't value folks, thus, I left that ho a note. The other folks I lived with, I just moved on out, no note, no nothing. I had no problem with that and I didn't have to deal with the reprecussions cause I was gone. I didn't pretend to care what they thought, I left those fools in the apartment with the K-Mart door alone, no idea where I was going and that I was not coming back. See ya you leaving loud-ass video games running all day, want to break down Gregorian chant with 15 other folks in the living room, I watch movies by candle light fools. You can't leave someone a note and then see their ass the next morning. You just can't.
I think there should be etiquette for assholes. If you're gonna be a punk, be a punk 100%, all the way. None of this half-ass punk because then you look dumb because you can't take the heat enough to say something in person so you leave a note thinking this will be cool. I will never get a note from someone telling me they're leaving because we will buck. No doubt. So yeah, if you're going to be the person who left the note, also be the person who got the fuck out and never had to see the person you were leaving ever again. Cut this mess off right then, be gone, no trace you ever lived there. Lingering is the worst thing an asshole can do because then, you are a lingering asshole and nobody likes those.
Come correct and all the way, expect the worst. Or get to packing and be gone before the note-receiver returns. That's how you be the asshole and still can think of yourself as alright. This mess is no joke. But it is funny. ¶ 5:34 PM 0 comments
Scrimp fried rice
Folks want to announce free food, that's cool. I like some Asian food. Love some sweet and sour chicken and shrimp fried rice. I was looking forward to getting my eat on and not having to pay for it. So after about half an hour talking about what they could be giving us, we find out ain't nothin but spring rolls and crab rangoon. What is that!? I was expecting some egg rolls and mess. And I thought spring rolls were those like small egg rolls, not sushi. Come on man, I like my food cooked not raw! But I ate it anyway. What a weirdo. And the crab rangoon was kind of hot. Never had that before. I need to stop depending on these free food events to like feed me. The night before it was some hot wings. And by hot I mean sweet bbq and terayki. The tarayki was real good though. What can you really expect when it's free??
Has anybody realized how pimp Jessica Simpson's dad is? He's got both daughters a TV show, his son in law a TV show and now his other daughter's boyfriend has a show. Wow. He's making all kinds of money off these fools for real. Speaking of Jessica Simpson, at no point should she be blasted by males or females. She is not bangin, hot, cool or gangsta. How you gonna blast Ludacris, then Coldplay and then Jessica Simpson? In the words of my man Baby, "You are not a pimp."
We all have our guilty pleasure music, I'll admit it. But folks know when to keep mess on the down low. You don't have your door wide open and goofy-ass techno remix of Britney Spears going on. I cannot take you seriously man. Leave that mess to the headphones or the car, alone.
I have mad reading to do. What's with people and not understanding what that means? It means like a whole lot, crazy amount or a general shitload. Whoa, shit about to go down! Anyway, my language is not esoteric I don't feel like. Maybe this generation gap does exist. Or maybe I need to stop getting words off of 106 and Park.
Drama is poppin off. Glad I am not even involved. Got rid of the drama bug a while ago. Hootie hoo for that. No more drama in my life. Communication is key. I'm not getting on a soapbox though. ¶ 2:09 AM 0 comments
Has anybody realized how pimp Jessica Simpson's dad is? He's got both daughters a TV show, his son in law a TV show and now his other daughter's boyfriend has a show. Wow. He's making all kinds of money off these fools for real. Speaking of Jessica Simpson, at no point should she be blasted by males or females. She is not bangin, hot, cool or gangsta. How you gonna blast Ludacris, then Coldplay and then Jessica Simpson? In the words of my man Baby, "You are not a pimp."
We all have our guilty pleasure music, I'll admit it. But folks know when to keep mess on the down low. You don't have your door wide open and goofy-ass techno remix of Britney Spears going on. I cannot take you seriously man. Leave that mess to the headphones or the car, alone.
I have mad reading to do. What's with people and not understanding what that means? It means like a whole lot, crazy amount or a general shitload. Whoa, shit about to go down! Anyway, my language is not esoteric I don't feel like. Maybe this generation gap does exist. Or maybe I need to stop getting words off of 106 and Park.
Drama is poppin off. Glad I am not even involved. Got rid of the drama bug a while ago. Hootie hoo for that. No more drama in my life. Communication is key. I'm not getting on a soapbox though. ¶ 2:09 AM 0 comments
Monday, April 25, 2005
Friend or...
I had my first out of facebook experience today. I know how I said I want as many friends as possible on there. But there are honestly people I am not friends with that do not qualify for even friends on facebook. But this dude asked me to be his friend. And I didn't want to offend anybody, and I want lots of friends, so I thought it was cool. He asked me, I didn't ask him. We are not necessarily friends in real life, more like acquaintances. Honestly, I only acknowledge his presence because he facebook’ed me.
So my for real life friend and I were walking back from class and my for fake facebook friend approached my for real friend. So this dude is all talking to my friend, with me standing there smiling because I feel this odd sense of awkwardness. So still no acknowledgment of me being there, which is cool because we are not friends in real life. But it was still odd because he asked me to be his facebook friend.
So anyway, as my for real life friend and I were walking away, I realized I never have had this experience before of being someone’s internet friend but not real life friend. Granted I didn’t say anything either, but like, I know in real and fake life we are not friends. Like I feel compelled to talk to people who I ask to be my facebook friend, for whatever crackhead reason. I think I need a life and only for real life friends. This facebook thing is goofy.
Let’s see. I am sure there are other things going on, but none are coming to mind. So here’s a hootie hoo for bringing back this journal mess. Holler if you like it. I’m done. ¶ 5:59 PM 1 comments
So my for real life friend and I were walking back from class and my for fake facebook friend approached my for real friend. So this dude is all talking to my friend, with me standing there smiling because I feel this odd sense of awkwardness. So still no acknowledgment of me being there, which is cool because we are not friends in real life. But it was still odd because he asked me to be his facebook friend.
So anyway, as my for real life friend and I were walking away, I realized I never have had this experience before of being someone’s internet friend but not real life friend. Granted I didn’t say anything either, but like, I know in real and fake life we are not friends. Like I feel compelled to talk to people who I ask to be my facebook friend, for whatever crackhead reason. I think I need a life and only for real life friends. This facebook thing is goofy.
Let’s see. I am sure there are other things going on, but none are coming to mind. So here’s a hootie hoo for bringing back this journal mess. Holler if you like it. I’m done. ¶ 5:59 PM 1 comments
