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About time [20 Oct 2004|09:20am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I finally got my damn license! And only 4 years, 5 months and 13 days later than I could have... and the best thing is, it says that I'm 5'00"!!!

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I'm a pope fan. [05 Oct 2004|03:49pm]
[ mood | busy ]

So I went to Rome this weekend for my great grandfather's beatification.. sainting..

That, in case you weren't sure, is the Pope. When he talks he sounds like Marlon Brando had a stroke and is constantly on the verge of sneezing. For the ceremony he had to read some stuff, and the paragraph would always start out good (I use the term loosely) and then end up in painful moaning sounds. I was the only one who found humor in it. My family went to meet him on monday, to kiss his ring and shit, but I had to fly back home.

Come on if you think, you can take us onCollapse )

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Well, died sayin' somethin, but didn't mean it [23 Sep 2004|01:12am]
[ mood | frustrated ]

I was looking at movies.com's reviews of "City of God" and I decided to check out some of the reader reviews, and these are the first two on there, I didn't even have to go searching for these:

"Don't know
I haven't seen this movie before and I will see it soon. I heard this movie was real good and makes you wanna watch it again and again so I'm going to give it a 5"

"pretty odd, pretty boring, pretty good
hey yall! whats shakin. definately not this movie. it was fine.. you know... but just ugh i have no words cuz it was good in some partzzz and boring in other parts, so i just gotta say peace. im outie! (but my bellybutton isnt)"

I fucking hate people so much.

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[21 Sep 2004|07:35pm]
[ mood | crazy ]

If you're in the UCF library and are looking for books on religion, they're in section BS... seriously

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Body at work and a mind on vacation [17 Sep 2004|04:29pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Sasha Lesson, dean of the school of tantra and spokesman for the world polyamery movement, gives an explanation for what he teaches in his tantra classes: (that's right, it's all one sentence... and he's serious)

"We teach them how to be there for each other, and to heal the hurts from the childhood, and to distinguish their mother from their dad and their lover so that your mate is totally different from your parents - you stop running trips - and we show them how to be there for people when they regress, and reprogram limited childhood programs that prevent them from having full Eros, life force, being able to feel life in all its levels and appreciate that and be able to have control of ones energy systems so you decide how much you can open your heart in each situation, how much you can express or keep quiet, how much you want to bring in your intellect or your intuition so you're at choice, and you see in the world around you the things that you find difficult to accept are really parts of you, and that you are relaxed about it and the things that you openly admire in others are things that are there to inspire you and that's what tantra is for, to get you past your skin encapsulated ego so that you have your choice of what level you want to operate on and you love as many parts of yourself and therefore the same time the world at the same time."

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Gotta love stereotypes [23 Aug 2004|01:11pm]
I just went to the bookstore and found out that my 'Jewish People I' class has the cheapest books I've ever seen, it dosn't get much more hilarious than that. Now I'm off to spanish so I can die a little on the inside.
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Layova [16 Aug 2004|12:14pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

so i'm in Hell (aka london heathrow airport) on layover. My flight out of barcelona was late so I ran through this shithole to get to my gate... when i arrived at the departure lounge (satans den) the screen politely informed me that my flight is 2 hours delayed... i just felt like bitching... now im gonna go have a shitty overpriced burger and then wander around and see if i can find stalin, i need a word with him. see you guys soon! (i hope)

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My mom´s crazy [18 Jul 2004|09:53pm]
[ mood | amused ]

So I´m walking down the street with my mom today, and this guy walks up to us and asks "Excuse me, do you know where the fotoprix is?" (of course what he really said was "¿Perdon, sabe donde esta el fotoprix?") and my mom answered "Oh yes, its farther down this street on the left, you can´t miss it." So the guy walked merrily on his way. I asked my mom "You really knew where that was?" and she answered "No, of course not!" "So why did you tell him it was down there?" "Because I like making people happy, you saw how happy he was."
My mom in a nutshell.

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Crack is fun! [17 Jul 2004|04:23pm]
[ mood | tired ]

I just got back from spending ten days with my family in Ireland. Only a couple things I can say about it, all the beauty in that country has been sucked into the landscape, because there was not one attractive woman on the whole island (I don´t mean to insult any of you that are irish-americans, keep in mind your ancestors did leave the place for a reason), and consequently all the men have picked up homosexual tendancies.. they all dance with each other in these bizarre rituals I didn´t quite understand. For example, I was at a bar with two of my cousins and next to us was a group of irish dudes (about 10) sitting in a circle. One dude would be up and dancing by himself, and then the song would end (usually usher or outkast) and the dude would sit down, and the guy next to him would stand up and start dancing. After about three songs they got antsy I guess, so two of them got up and started dancing together (all dudes keep in mind), this wasn´t a strange sight i later came to realize.

So now a story of something that happened to me at a pub one night:
I´m at this pub in Killkenny, Ireland with two of my cousins, Papu and the extreme German stereotype Zeverine. This was a pub we had been advised by the lady at the hotel not to go to, so of course it ended up being the best one. My cousin tells me to find us a place to sit, so I´m walking ahead and they´re following behind me. Suddenly this irish song comes on and gets everyone really excited and they all start jumping around and dancing, drinks are spilling on me and i bail out next to this couch.. I turn around and my cousins had left me like 20 feet back, i just hadn´t noticed. So now I´m stuck here because theres no way I´m going to make it back while this song is playing. I turn to my left and theres this 60 year old woman sitting there by herself, so I nod politely... I wait another minute and then it dawns on me how strange it is that this old woman is here, so I do sort of a delayed double take. This time she scoots over to me and grabs my wrist, i think shes looking for the time so I tell her that i don´t have a watch and pull my wrist back... then she gets up and pulls me away and all of a sudden i´m dancing with this woman.. I was kind of shocked and all i could do was laugh... i guess she thought i was just having fun or something because now she´s forcibly pulling off my jacket.. so i say "OK OK!! calm down!" and pull it off the rest of the way and she throws it on the couch... im not really sure what to do so i keep dancing with her and im just laughing in her face... Now the song ends and she grabs my wrist again (she was pretty strong for an old lady) and tries to pull me outside with her! (turns out she was interested in more than just dancing) That was when I called it quits, I grabbed my arm back got a hold of my jacket, and ran through the crouds back to my cousins.. i spent the next half hour hiding from the woman until we finally left...

Long post, i know, but i havnt posted in a while if thats a good enough excuse

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Gotta rant [02 Jul 2004|02:38pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Yea, so i´m thinking about a lot of stuff right now and theres no point in dwelling on my thoughts so i´m just going to rant for a little while about nothing important. Since I left caitlin and blair at the airport this morning i´ve had no one to point out my witty remarks regarding the oddities of spanish fashion and culture, so i´ve had those stewing all day too, so i´ll probably mostly be discussing that... this post probably won´t be very interesting, just a warning. So like i said i went to the airport at seven this morning to send off caitlin and blair and i didn´t get much sleep at all the night before because the house we stayed in was too damn hot and i´ve come to the conclusion that i´m not very good at sleeping. So i was tired but mostly sad because my friends left and then i had to wait at the airport for four hours for my mom´s friend to come in. I really wanted to post on LJ then just because i was in that kind of mood but there are no fucking internet kiosks in the entire god damn barcelona airport, that was frustrating. I was really close to taking a train from the airport to the main train station just so i could get online and then head back to the airport. Alright, so a lot of you know how rediculously bad the spaniards fuck up when they make their clothing items and write stuff in english, its hilarious, i bought three funny shirts and blair and caitlin bought a couple too, but that´s not what my problem here is about. My problem was with a british dude who had one of those goth shirts that´s all black and has white writing on it thats trying to be clever by i guess frustrating you or something. I have never gotten any emotion out of those shirts besides feeling bad for the person who wasted their money on the lame article of clothing. Today, however, i found an exception... the shirt said "your favorite band sucks." For some reason that just threw me into an emotional whirlwind, i wanted at the same time to ask the guy what the fuck his favorite band was and i wanted to punch him in the face and i wanted to know why he would say such a horrible thing about my favorite band (keep in mind i was really tired and not thinking very clearly). Anyway i didn´t end up doing anything because the guy was really cross eyed and i felt sorry for him. I just thought it was interesting that i finally found a shirt like that that was able to evoke emotion besides pity from me. Personally i prefer it when shirts are funny because the language is lost in translation, not because some washed up bitter ex-halmark card writer decides he´s funny enough to make cynical shirt jokes that end up sucking hardcore. There was more i wanted to comment about, like the stupid american tourists that didn´t understand what customs is so they were throwing a hissy fit, but my thoughts are wandering again.

Anyway sorry again for the long pointless post, but it was kind of therapeutic.

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i hate punk´d [23 Jun 2004|10:12am]
[ mood | awake ]

Lollapalooza is not cancelled, ashton kutcher is just a dick

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[03 Jun 2004|07:31pm]
[ mood | sick ]

David Scott Tidmarsh, 2004 National Spelling Bee Champion!!

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[01 Jun 2004|05:15pm]
[ mood | confused ]

June is National Iced Tea Month!!!
Drink a pitcher in celebration!

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The Complicated Futility of Ignorance [31 May 2004|11:46pm]
[ mood | lethargic ]

Kurt Vonnegut's view...

on being human: "only a nutcase would want to be a human being, if he or she had a choice. Such treacherous, untrustworthy, lying and greedy animals we are!"

on modern times: "If you die horribly on television you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us."

on modern American politics: "thanks to TV and for the convinience of TV you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative."

on our country's main addiction: "We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial about to go cold turkey. And like so many addicts about to face cold turkey our leaders are now commiting violent crimes to get what little is left of what we're hooked on."

on high art: "making the most of the raw materials of futility"

on being American: "Being an American means never having to say you're sorry"

on capitalism: "[it is] what the people with all our money, drunk or sober, sane or insane, decided to do today"

on adultry: "If there is a Divine Providence, there is also a wicked one, provided you agree that making love to off-balance women you aren't married to is wickedness. My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward."

on stupid people: "Anybody who believe[s] in the possibility of perpetual motion should be boiled alive like a lobster."

on reading the classics: "I had to read Madame Bovary at West Point. All cadets in my day had to read it, so that we could demonstrate to cultivated people that we, too, were cultivated should we ever face that challenge."
(Note: K.V. never went to West Point, this is a character in a novel talking, but his point still comes through)

on an epitaph for the planet earth: "We could have saved it, but we were too damn cheap."

Here's the article I pulled the first few quotes from:

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My first post [19 May 2004|01:25am]
Alright so I finally got live journal, and this is going to be my first post. Crazy. I woke up on the soup bowl chair this morning, which I definitly wouldn't recommend to anyone... why I passed out there last night is a lame story so I won't get in to that. I think I may officially be the laziest bastard alive.. no class, no work, and a list two items long of things I have to get done (number one being calling Pointless Driving School and number two being calling to get my internet fixed.. that's right, I don't even have to leave the house to do these things) and for the last 2 weeks I just keep putting them off. Oh well, I guess it will probably be the last time in my life I have the opportunity to be this damned lazy so I'll live it up. Went to the mall of millenia today with blair, joey, and ellie and I need to come up with a way to steal a pillow that's approx. 3ft by 1.5ft by .5ft, because if I have one of these pillows in my house I will be able to die comfortable... its not from a store or anything, its just a pillow sitting out on one of the couches in the main walkway so I wouldn't be hurting any major corporations if I did borrow it from them (god forbid), and let's just pretend for my sake that the mall is owned by the state. So if anyone has any clever suggestions as to how this may be accomplished there's a really comfortable pillow in it for you, as long as the plan can be done twice.
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