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August 18th, 2006

12:10 pm - 6 Thing You'll Probably Never Need to Know About Me (okay, maybe one) Almost a whole summer without an LJ post and Allison has to go and tag me. Thanks for making me do stuff. Fine then, six random facts about moi... 1. I can identify the flavor of every Jelly Belly Jelly Bean by sight alone. Probably not that impressive but some people think it is. No, I didn't study the menu on the back of the package or anything, I just eat those things so much. They're freakin' the best. 2. I once did twenty consecutive cartwheels around the perimeter of my junior high school gymnasium without missing a beat...and to this day I don't know what the point of that was. 3. When I was little and in day camp I got lost by myself at Sesame Place for an hour. Then got yelled at for wandering off. 4. I used to be terrified of Barney the dinosaur. Like seriously scared, I couldn't deal with seeing him or even hearing that stupid song. And this wasn't when I was little, this was like in high school. 5. I accidentally became a junior fire safety officer, and by accident I mean, I skipped my after school class to hang out with a friend and he was going to a meeting so I tagged along. Having no interest at all in becoming a fire safety officer I participated anyway out of boredom and was eventually certified. Similar occurances have resulted in me also becoming a junior lifeguard, a peer mediator, and CPR certified. 5. The scar on my forehead comes from running head first into a large metal piece of playground equipment shaped like a giant hamburger at a McDonald's Playplace. I contiued playing for quite a while before someone brought to my attention the deep nasty gash on my head. According to my cousin you could see my skull...this is speculative at best. So there, think I'm more interesting? I certainly hope not. Consider yourself tagegd bitches... -maikeru -my_violent_love -ayellowbirds -herebe -peacesquirrrrel -poetik_love Current Location: Fotress of Solitude Current Mood: ADD Current Music: "I Write Sins Not Tradgedies" by Panic at the Disco

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June 24th, 2006

02:25 am - Oh Hellz Yeah...!!! BEST NIGHT EVER,...will elaborate/expand/revise later (when sober):) Current Mood: happy

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June 14th, 2006

03:17 am - What's Her Face This entry goes out to Caitlin, a.k.a. What's Her Face, who I met tonight, and who helped me get home, for without which I would have been lost in the city (even though I live there) all night. You were a fellow good samaratin (I never had one for me before) and a fellow late-nighter. You were pretty, and cool, and smart, and you liked movies and parties and apparently late nights and gay boys who were "not too gay" and we got along and you probably saved a part of my life. This entry goes out to you, since I probably won't ever see you again, as unfortunate as that is. You and me helped each other in our drunkenness and bonded over what we had in common, which was a lot. I will truly miss you; you were awesome, and even if in your soberness, if you forget about me - that tall gay black boy you looked for the uptown (1) train with - I wll never forget you, because you were a savior, at the right time, in the right place. Thanks Caitlin, I wish you all the best, and I wish I knew that was your real name for sure. Thanks for helping this lost lonely little boy find his way home...in more ways than one. I really hope I see you again... Current Location: Home-ish Current Mood: Missing people Current Music: TV Muted Silence

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May 27th, 2006

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April 11th, 2006

10:00 pm - Declaration of Fuck You Who'd have ever thunk? Sweet little "Jay Money" grew up, went crazy, got himself some eyeliner and nailpolish and became an alchy. My life began at the age of nineteen, and for that to happen someone else had to die. I realized that it's not me who made things difficult, my mind wasn't my fault. Never in a million years would I ask for an apology from anyone involved. In fact, a big thank you to all those out there who knew my predecessor. A new day has once again dawned and now that's it's Spring again I can see clear through to tomorrow. No more backsliding. Here is the real me: I'm not smart but I have more common sense than you, I have awful terrible thoughts, I'm reliable and considerate but I could give two fucks about you in the long run. I'm sorry about your problems and I expect you to be sorry about mine, however, I will listen no longer, because I never planned on speaking in the first place. I rage in private, I wear ear-damaging headphones; I hate being looked at by strangers. I'm the kid my mom used to warn me about. I'm decent on the surface but inside I'm rotten, still though, I'm one person who in his heart is truly not a total hosebag. I hate school, I like working for my money, I lie, I cheat, I say the 'N' word a lot. I don't eat. I do drink, I do drugs, I don't give two shits about politics. I'm fucked up and I like to get fucked up, and maybe at some point even get fucked. I'm emo, completely self destructive with no plans of stopping. I don't hope, I make shit happen, and if it doesn't happen, someone suffers with me. I'm the sweetest asshole you'll ever know. I couldn't be better off. This isn't for you, it's for me. Never again will I live for someone else, that ship has sailed and I'm blowing it out the goddamn water. After only two years of life, maybe I can start living for me. Jay Money is officially dead. I killed him with an exacto knife and 60mg of Hydrocodone. This is what happens when shit gets bad and that's the area I've pretty much set up shop in. Anybody disagrees, deosn't like it, wants me to trade in all the black tight t-shirts and silver for something plaid and button-down again, well...see the title. Current Location: Half in strobe light hell, half up my own ass Current Mood: Full of love, joy, and bunnies Current Music: "Get Stoned" by Theory of a Dead Man

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March 10th, 2006

12:56 am - STARFUCKERS!!! Nothing makes you forget about being a sweaty cracked out oxygen deprived dripping cesspool of nose fluids like binge-downloading all of your favorite songs. Allergies suck! MyTunes rocks! Current Mood: heavily medicated!!! Current Music: Everything!!!

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February 22nd, 2006

12:20 am - Blood Moon Rising I read my horoscope today. For the first time in ages. It used to be a religious thing for me, I couldn't live my life without some sort of cosmic exlplanation. It just didn't work. Feb 21, 2006 "The universe is speaking to you, just not in words. Learn to read all the signals and signs that come your way instead of looking for the obvious or the expected. Listen to your dreams and follow through." At this point I have no distractions. The old things aren't working and the new ones never did. There should be toothier grins than ever before, ear to fucking ear, but somebody out there's got other plans. Doors have become closed to me and the walls are to thin, I can hear everything. All I know anymore is what we don't have, and what I don't have breathes. He appeared again to me tonight, as soon as my door closed. We almost had a passive aggressive chat. Then I was "rescued" by a new prospect. The forecast is red, blood red, and it ain't gonna be pretty. Feb 22, 2006 "It's time to take a dare -- especially when it comes to old dreams you've regarded as impossible. The stars want you to go above and beyond what you've deemed possible. Give it a try -- it might just become probable." Drama, running, tears, crumbling, saviors, quips and darkness. That's where I live. For once, after it all all all all all all all, I wish I had to power to smite the stars if they lied to me. Equal parts at risk to try and not to try. Ambiguity is all around me, I'm swimming in it. Drowning in it and choking on it. There is no right and wrong, and I gave up on concerning myself with that a long time ago. I have no cards left to play, I'm turning invisible and intagible, which is next to not existing. If I'm really supposed to stay here, it won't be as a ghost. Gotta shake things up, gotta find a way first. I'll be missed for a while. I gotta go somewhere and figure some shit out. Clearest way I can say anything at this point. Feb 23, 2006 "Why not wait and see what happens next before you have to make a decision? After all, you can't make a fully informed choice until you have all the information in hand, and that's just not the case yet." Not what I wanted to hear. I can't change it this time for some reason. I don't know how to adequately navigate the system. A low red moon means that something bad is about to happen. The mystical dork in me wants to beleive that's true. The 1/4 Native American in me thinks he feels it. I'm done waiting around. The moon and the stars can go fuck themselves. Something's coming, and I want to give it a big ole' hug. Psychics always predict the bad things. Current Mood: fat Current Music: Too too quiet

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January 25th, 2006

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September 30th, 2005

07:42 pm - Serenity Now!!! So, every once in a while we're given small little glimmers of happy amidst all the daily crap we have to deal with. For me, the thing rising out of the crap pile is a little movie "that could" called Serenity. "Violence is going to ensue." - Mal Granted, I am a huge Joss Whedon fan. My creative idol and the only person I'd ever call "my hero", Joss is one of the most amazing storytellers I've ever come across. Basically who I aspire to be (creatively). With an ass load of perseverance and the most loyal following of fans any genre cult filmmaker can ever acquire (cuz' he's got it like that), Joss took a cancelled-before-its-time gem of a TV show, and made a second chance for it out of nothing. The result was simply amazing. "She's pretty torn up, but she'll fly true." -- Zoe Joss bias aside, the film was on point, top notch I say! My simple little LJ review can't do the film adequate justice but here's a try. The characters (Joss's specialty) are the most detailed, real, human and honest ever, not just for the sci-fi genre, but for television or cinema period. The story itself while simple it its plot progression, has incredible depth, is amazingly structured, and keeps you interested the whole way through while providing that much needed message so you feel like you actually "got something" from watching it. Never ever is there a cliche moment (besides a few hero shots) and if there is its at least effective or just there to set up a genius self-referential pin-in-balloon moment of comedy (another Joss specialty). Masterfully shot with minimal use of CGI which served a purpose without being the purpose (Matrix anyone?), a genius and effective use of single tracking shots (we meet five characters, see the entire interior of the ship and see an awesome fight sequence in all one shot with no cuts). The writing...what can I say? Joss is the man! Dialogue; no one can weave a sentence with more originality and creativity than Joss. I wish I could say more but...so many words!!! "Been more'n a year since I had anything twixt my nethers didn't run on batteries!" - Kaylee The film is nothing short of perfect. Its so refreshing to actually go to the theatre and see something worth the ridiculous ticket price. It doesn't cater to convention, it makes you care about this world and these people on a deep level. Its original, its real; its a pristinely perfect balance of fun, drama, action, comedy, sci-fi/Western wierdness and the all-too forgotten human element (what happened to movies with actual people in them?). Its a true testament to what a good film can be if you care about the film your making and the story your telling, and exactly the quality of film I want to make. "'Course, that ain't exactly plan A." - Mal The only story better than the one in the film is the one behind the film. An unjustly cancelled show brought to the big screen simply through the devotion of those who recognized that it was great and the dedication of the creator. Joss's Serenity the Motion Picture story is majorly inspirational. That heart and conviction and faith in what your doing; caring about something enough to not let anything stop you from you getting it out there and getting that story told. Love that! And, goddamn, did he succeed! He put his foot in it and pulled it the hell off. "God, make me a stone." - River The thing about this film is that it came at the best possible time. Everything about was inspirational and something I really needed to experience. I wish I knew Joss to thank him personally. I could get pankcaked by a Greyhound bus right now and I will die a seriously happy boy. I know it's just a movie, but for real...so much more than that. The message behind the movie, the message in the story of the movie...something I/everyone needs to hear. Yeah shit gets shitty sometimes, that's the way it is being human. But with a little stick-to-it-ness, a little heart, some kick ass friends by your side and little one-liner humor along the way, there ain't nuthin in the whole 'verse that can put you down for the long haul. It's like, just be human, live the best way you know, make your own way, getting by doing the things you think are right and have just a smadoodle of faith...the rest ought to take care of itself... Can't wait to see it again tomorrow! Quotage: River: "Storm's getting worse." Mal: "We'll pass through it soon enough." Bask in the metaphor...! P.S.: Go fucking see SERENITY!!! (In theatres now) Current Mood: Absolutely Amazing Current Music: "Club Foot" by Kasabian (featured in the Serenity trailer)

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September 12th, 2005

01:43 am - ... Laughter, moth, click, restore, familiar, old, again, swollen, black, invisible, left, missing, frozen, sway, racist, wall, dead, cup, ignorance, drunk, never, smile, over, fear, stolen, brother, discuss, jealous, abused, blind, fake, sensitive, wrong, full, metal, riff, self, belong, tickle, unknown, bored, transformed, tune, color, pain, mistake, truth, destructived, leap, do, grip, alone, B, bound, try, bow, hit, flexible, role, care, stick, love, fight, high, fucked, infected, cut, apathy, end, more. Too big even for my imagination. Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: "The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows" by Brand New

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August 26th, 2005

10:38 pm - Foxes and Scorpions Everyone's got an opinion. The Goth. The construction worker. The biker. What's the truth...? Truth is we get what we get and not a whole hell of a lot else. I'm a tired young dude; is momentary satisfaction better than long term well being? Who cares. One day I'm gonna explore the train yard and walk along the river, eat baked goods on the freeway. Familiar smells make me wanna barf. Old sights are blurring together. It's a waste of time thinking too much. Exist...just don't be gentle... Here's the real truth (as intepreted by a know-nothing 20-year-old): There's no one out there looking out for you. Sorry. Do it yourself. Life doesn't give you what you want. You want something, you have to take it. Never be afraid to think, feel, say or do whatever feels right to you. Don't put too much stock in what your parents tell you. They're from a much older and now obsolete version of the Matrix. Don't waste your time being nice to people who don't deserve it. Civil is good enough. There's nothing worse than a fake smile. Don't learn from other people's mistakes. Go make your own. Never let anybody else tell you what's right for you, cuz' at the end of the day the only person you have to answer to is yourself. (...and if your not a total hosebag you should be okay.) Take a gander and say it ain't so. I realize I don't know shit about shit...but I haven't been proven wrong yet. And now: ( For Your Reading Pleasure ) Quotage: Random Guy Holding a Girl: "Dude, on a scale from on to ten, wouldn't you say she's like a sixteen." Me: "Oh come on, she's like an eighteen. Look at her." Random Guy Holding a Girl: "Yo, he's smoother than I am. He's trying to get some with that." Christina: "Can I have some chocolate milk?" Me: "This isn't chocolate milk...it's alcohol." Murphy O'Meyer... Current Mood: ear infection Current Music: Fucking city crickets

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August 19th, 2005

01:21 am - So, Summer 05'... Summer says, "stick a fork in me, I'm done." I watched the last episode of Odds Against 7even (my new favorite thing) yesterday. This means that this transitional, unexpected, freeing, hectec, stressful, busy, tiring, unhealthy, productive, musical, unusual, different summer is pretty much coming to a close. My last day at GAP is tomorrow. I fell into the Gap now I'm climbing out. I'm not gonna lie and say that I hated it. It was a job, good days and bad days...it served it's purpose. It was nice to find a job that I actually did well enough that I'd be used as an example of the right way to do things. Yay me. That was pretty sweet. I guess I'm proud (but not really, it's retail). In about a week I'll be back at Purch, doing that. It'll be a time. I liked the majority of my co-workers, I got along well with them and would actually like to see some of them again in December. They were nice and funny and everybody had their "thing", me apparently being the quiet, sweet though hostile(?) kid with the headphones who you didn't want to make mad, was nice but seemed to "hate everyone", and brought the best food for lunch. Okay, whatever... I apparently took over Porsha's role...so I guess that's kinda cool:). I got semi-closure with Eudry, my condescending Napoleonic assholey manager and job arch enemy. His public praises of me were unexpected but nice and I appreciate him for finally peeping the effort, but I still kinda wish he'd just fall on his head and drown in his own barf a little. Tomorrow will also probably be the final time I get to see Bryan after like not seeing him at all because his hours got so severely cut. Yeah, that was a lucrative use of time... Stuff I'll Miss about Summer 05': Porsha (thanks for showing me the ropes and pointing out the bullshit), Miss Olivia (MCR ROCKS!!!), Bryan, Taheim, Randy (fierce!), the butt sisters (Judith & Miranda), Yeira, Letty, David, Kristen, Christian, Alyson, last minute friend Joy ("you're cool", you still owe me sixty cents), the fitting room, the Ringers (Brett, Shane, Suzanne), the Stock Team Boys (Overnighters), the LP's useless as they were, Juan (Rico Suave), Anthony, Darnell, Sheldon, Willie, Elizabeth, Maria, stealing free iTunes songs, Johanna, Annabelle, Kim (I guess), other Kim (sorta), Jessica's sense of humor (but not Jessica), honey buns, employee discount, music on the train ride, cheesy soundtracks, late fifteens, Odds Against 7even, watching Chronicles of Riddick and RE:A a million times a week, gourmet cookies from the revamped Ma and Pa, indie music, having money, late nights and early mornings, the denim wall, being good at something, time with Christina and Kayla, watching potential shoplifters, running into random people from my past, my giant bed, playing on the headset, vending machines that sold crack, stupid Defenders, "What's up duuuuude?!", Midtown, getting to know Riverdale, getting to know me. Stuff I So Won't Miss about Sumemr 05: Eudry, Toy and her annoyingness, GAP cards, other Anthony (annoying little hapless brat), other Kim's mouth, Marvin, Beatriz, Ingrid, wearing the headset, that Puerto Rican hobbit who was always sitting, getting hours cut, dress code, getting dicked by management, polo shirts, closing, uncomfortable shoes, giant bugs attacking me, Midtown people, Jamaican nannies, dealing with non-English speaking people, stock checks, budgeting And as if life wasn't trivial enough... Choice Summer Song: "Waste My Time" by Alexz Johnson Choice Summer Movie: Resident Evil: Apocalypse Choice Summer Show: Instant Star and Paranoia Agent Choice New Discovery: oddsagainst7even.com Choice Moments: Train ride with Bryan, bitching out the managers, pushing Anthony to the ground, "size naught?", any time We Might As Well Be Strangers Remix came on, crazy brown t-shirt lady, making it to the river spot (magical) Summer 05' has been nothing but strange, but there's no complaint there. It's taught me a lot. Never saw it coming, glad it did, and now all I have to say is thanks...now I know... I feel like I've finally begun and oatmeal will never taste the same. Quotage: "Boy, please, I'll get you pregnant." - Porsha "I'm going the fuck home." - Porsha P.S.: I really hope Toya's boyfriend didn't kill her, I'd feel really horrible about that... Current Mood: reformed Current Music: Kunoichi: Lady Ninja

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August 4th, 2005

06:28 am - Storytelling I haven't been to sleep yet. I made bag lunch against the backdrop of the sunrise; peanut butter sandwich, Dora the Explorer cookies, fruit cup, juice and water. Suddenly I'm nine years old again, shunted back to Atalanta, Georgia, right before life got complicated. Syrup seeps into my eggs, my father assures me some people eat them like that, which I later tell Brandon. The sky is still grayish and VR Troopers is on. Then a cold wait for the only yellow bus I'll ever take (to school that is, not counting camp). I walk into another spider web. On the bus Mr. Woodard hates me, he hates us all, but I refuse to let him not let me talk. Bus monitors can kiss my ass. Ryan and I play with action figures we're not supposed to have. In school I wish I was still in that boy's class (even though he does have that scary unfriendly math teacher), not sure why. Ms. Hill is nice. She helped me when grandpa died. She didn't like it when I started channeling Wednesday Addams though. I'm proud to be a jr. fire safety officer but I still don't know my mutliplication tables. Lunch is fun. We conduct interviews and I had the first food fight I can remember. I never got any awards though. I wonder how that man in the show made his face so red when he pretended to be choking. I was a cheetah in the show, the older kids taught me the alternative version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer ("like a light bulb"), and I never let that kid call me 'Dotty' again. The music teacher was allergic to chalk. After class, me, Ryan, the boy with the same birthday as me, and the rest of the crew put on our headsets and blast into outer space to kick evil alien butt. Afternoons were always different. Sometimes I went to after school where we played Sonic the Hedgehog or doctor and where I wasn't allowed to be the White Ranger becasue I was on vacation. Then I tried to make time move faster in the van ride home so I could watch Tattooed Teenage Alien Fighters from Beverly Hills. Sometimes I went straight home, back on the yellow bus. That housing complex always confused me. Then I pretended to do homework (some thing's never change) and watched X-Men the Phoenix Saga and hoped the TV cooled down before mom got home. "Over the lips and around the gums, look out virus here we come" - Amp, Superhuman Samurai Syber Squad. Some other times I went to Tony's and tried to make his pet bird talk or sang the Spider-Man theme song while he laughed. It felt cool having an older friend. I miss playing outside, except for that one time I stayed in because of my allergies and watched Honey, I Shrunk the Kids. I miss the sewer, and the tire swing, and the rope that hung over the river, and King of the Hill, and sleding down the hill hoping we'd hit a tree, and cutting through the complex's backyards to get to Ryan's. I did that stuff back then. Me, Ryan and Tony, Triple Dragon: We fight for right with might! My room looked like a space station. The retarded kids had gym with us sometimes and I stll wonder what was on the other side of that fence. We rarely used the pool and I don't make bets anymore. I miss that computer I made of paper. I was so creative. I think I left my dad in the metropolitan area, on the bus leaving the train station I was only in once, still racing to tap me on the knee more times that I can say stop. The house was in shambles, the phone and my video games were gone, mom woulnd't let me see. Fake light saber fights and the greatest show of my life. Visionries and that smell are the last things I remeber, yellow is brighter than red, I left the Long Jonh Silver's in my bag too long, you weren't supposed to see me like that. I said goodbye to no one when I left and I wonder what happened to my pogo stick. I think that's about where you came in... P.S. Ryan and his mom called earlier this year. My mom never gave me the message. Current Mood: spilled, I digress Current Music: "Waste My Time" by Alexz Johnson

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July 22nd, 2005

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July 15th, 2005

04:41 am - Days of the Phoenix 4:41 in the morning, reliving my glory days in high school when I was in Hair. Good times, the movie doesn't suck. The past few weeks have been eventful: -Cell phone went kaput. The fine folks at Verizon gave me a new one but neglected to transfer my phonebook...all my numbers are now lost. -Fulfilled my summer goal of finally having enough money to shop at Diesel. I got a yellow t-shirt. -I've taken to not speaking to my mom unless absolutely necessary. -The Gap hasn't been making day so they cut everyone's hours. I've gone from 44 a week to 24. -Grandma had a seizure, the result of a newly discovered tumor in her brain. Everyone's freaked except for her, she doesn't seem to care much. -I'm addicted to honey buns. -My 'story' is coming along like gang busters...or gangbusters. Anyway, it's good. -Big sis Tanya and bro-in-law Vincent had a huge fight and a seperation seems to be present in their near future. -There was a bombing in London, five or so actually, but everyone knows that. -I've fallen in love with Jude Harrison (and her amazing voice). You probably don't know her if you don't watch The N. -The new gourmet Ma and Pa started selling these amazing cookies for fifty cents each. They're like chocolate chip peanut butter oatmeal raisin crack. -My work crush showed up after being MIA for several weeks to collect his final paycheck. He got a new job and shaved his Spanish fro. He looks like what I imagined a Storm Trooper would look like out of uniform (before I knew they were all clones of the same dude). Crush so aborted. -I've been doing a minimum of 120 push-ups a day and so far have nothing to show for it. -My favorite drawing notebook (and several comic books) almost got ruined in a horrific bath tub accident. I've been drying it out under the air conditioner for three days. -My new work crush (striaght white guys really do rule the Earth) and me bonded hardcore over oatmeal and other assorted conversation topics during a late night shipment count and a 1/9 train ride home. My new crush is a twenty-six (or something) year old 6th grade teacher with red hair, a penchent for preppy blazers and polo shirts, and a defined Southern accent that turns me into a giddy pile of molten meltedness whenever he speaks. He has a great sense of humor, is super nice and we have a ton in common. He's amazing. We're all budy buddy now, in more of a way than I am with some other co-worker pals, which is sweet. Goes to show that staying late at work has its benefits and that actively going for what you want (good friendship) is always productive. Shyness gets you nowhere. Fear is the mind killer. This just means that I have to make the best of this summer with him before he becomes another frustrating memory that I wish was still a current reality. Crushes keep me grounded in something familiar, that's why I fall so hard so fast. Grounding has been alluding me in this transitional stage. My laconic detatchment to the events of this shitty summer seems to be foreshadowing to the trend for the rest of my life...or at least rest of my youth. I've been surviving on refined sugar and fifteen hours of sleep a week, and the only things that makes sense to me anymore are the t-shirts and wrist jewelry I keep buying, and the esoteric quotes and song lyrics (and musings of a boy I don't even know) I've been filling my away messages with. Truth: I'VE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER. Finally learned to calm down. Remembered how to breathe. Hate to use such a now dated and over-used reference but Tyler Durden was right...about like a bunch of stuff (he has meningitis now), but he wasn't the first or the only one. Give it up, that's what they all say, say. Wipe the ash from your brow, hot stuff; it's time to begin. Party on. The rest is so silence... Quotage: "We starve, look at one another short of breath, walking proudly in our winter coats, wearing smells from laboratories, facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasies, listening for the new told lies with supreme visions of lonely tunes." - The Flesh Failures, HAIR "Sometimes I find streaks in my underwear." - Brian, another bitter memory in the making My mom's out consoling my sister for the night, I've got the house to myself (sans the sleeping four year old in the next room). Time to continue belting out songs from HAIR while acting out the play in my tiny little room until the neighbors complain. Then a blink of a thousnd dreams and back to the salt mines. Smile! Current Mood: You can really just save it... Current Music: I really need to own a pair of bellbottoms

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July 4th, 2005

07:45 pm - Happy 4th of July, Bitches! The arrival of the 4th of July circumvented the extended Batman Begins review that I planned to post. I completely missed the fact that it was Independence Day, I barely know what day of the week it is let alone if it's a Holiday or not (my days are defined by what time I have to wake up for work). So, how did I spend my 4th of July? Woke around noon, had a hearty breakfast of crumb cake and allergy pills, neglected the family barbecue (and apparently missed my second cousin Guy's Asian harem (?)), did some (a lot of) story brainstorming, cleaned my bathroom, changed the toilet seat, y'know...stuff. Sadly with age comes the loss of magic in old holiday traditions, but to be honest I really missed lemonade, hot dogs, sun, cargo shorts, playing ball with my cousins in the driveway and the smell of burning charcoal (mmm). I kinda wish I had the oppurtunity to enjoy the holidays like I did when I was kid. Fun times. Mom and Christina got home after dark at which point we started hearing fireworks outside. We couldn't really see them so my mom tried to convince Christina that the street light reflecting off a car were them (how dumb does she think kids are?). Eventually we spotted a few, they were coming from the baseball field in Van Cortlandt park across the street. Christina wasn't really liking the noise - it scared her. After mad coaxing we eventually convinced her to go downstairs and check them out. We headed out to the field where a family were launching fireworks and playing with sparklers. We stayed out there for a while chatting with the family and watching the pyrotechnics, Christina had her hands on her ears the whole time. It was a really nice time...and it involved my mother, wow, that hasn't happened in a while. Fireworks always amazed and terrified me as a kid. I always thought they were beautiful and loved going to all those firework shows, but I always feared getting to close to them and it took a lot of convincing to get me to hold those sparkling wand thingies. My pyrophobic ass was not even about to hold one of those (when I finally did we pretended they were fireballs or flaming swords). I always feared my head catching on fire like Michael Jackson's did when he was filming that Pepsi commercial (but I don't have a greasy jerry curl so I think I'd be okay). It's kinda like my thing with animals and nature and stuff; I'm awed, amazed and even inspired by them from afar but always afraid to get too close, but when I eventually do I find it's not so bad (until I get mauled or catch fire). My liking of fireworks is also one of the reasons why Jubilee is my favorite X-Man (among other things). I always thought that'd be a cool power and an interesting visual (although they never do it like that in the comics anymore). But anayway, I have to mention last weekend, which was great. Saturday included time with my Posse, camping out in Grand Central literally for hours (accumulated by time waiting with Amy and late night sit down chat session with the guys). Batman Begins was perfect!!! That's how you do it people! I'd go into that more cuz' there's a lot to say about that movie, but I have a tendency to write long posts so I'll hold off. There was some diner confusion, a revelation regarding Pokeballs, a nice walk from Times Square to The Village complete with yummy coffee drinks from Barnes and Noble and a game of Count the Homo. Nate stayed the night over, after officially learning how to usea metro card on the bus. In the morning Christina forced him to play Barbie's with her (you sooo had to be there) and they took over my room to watch The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. On Sunday me and him spent some time in my neck of the woods (good ol' Riverdale). I took him to our famous old people Tibbet Dinner, what we consider our shopping district, and then swimming at my aunt's pool. All in all a pretty sweet weekend. Now, if you'll exscuse me, I have to go meet up with Will Smith, Jeff Goldblum and President Bill Pullman in Area 51 and stop the aliens from blowing up the white house...oops, too late! Quotage: "I have GOT to get me one of these!!!" - Captain Steven "Steve" Hiller, ID4 "You look like the Fourth of July! Makes me want a hot dog real bad!" - Paulette, Legally Blonde 2: Red, White and Blonde Happy Independence Day, America...yeah, good job so far... Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Tsew, tsew, BOOM (simulated firework noises)

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