Happy New Year's everybody!!! It's chilly and I'm in it, not necessarily to win it, but I'm in it. LOL Today was a long day at work. What else is new? The ride home skipped me over twice! But hey it's a brand new year! Had plans to go to Brooklyn but I got ditched on that, rather I bailed. Didn't want to be factored into an odd equation. Psh, who does... Good thing I had backup plans. And good I got new threads! I look so fly (wink) heh I might just meet someone else or... someone new heheh. One thing's for certain, it's all about me tonight. Happy New Year everybody! Auld Lang Syne
Hello. I'm still here. Still breathing. Went from place to place... to place last night. Never actually getting to do what I wanted to do. I suppose I should be used to this (plans never going according to schedule). Sigh. Qu'est sera... (I think?) Disorganization could be fun, I guess.
Still it was fun to see the ol' gang again. Back together again, in one place... together. Even if it was for a lil' bit. And then Alex called... He's doing well. Him and the girl are well. Very good news (rolls eyes) talks of marriage. There's another one lol
Moving right along... I'm still in due process of getting belated or overdue gifts. As for New Year's... What New Year's?! I think everyone's preoccupied with something or someone at the turn of the midnight clock. Aw... Hm... I guess I should get crackin' on that New Year's resolution...
It's Thursday, way past Christmas, but isn't this the coolest thing you ever saw... And the head moves too. Just went out for a walk with someone (rolls eyes). It's nice out. Not too cold. Long day tomorrow. After Christmas shopping, bowling with the ol' gang. Busy day tomorrow. mmmm... fun!
Merry Christmas One and All! Woke up Sunday morning and got to work. Danny was there and handed me a copy of the Village Voice. My day was lifted as I saw New Year's Eve at B. B. King's featured James Brown, the Godfather of Soul. I actually had my heart set on seeing him live, but today I hear he passed away.
R.I.P. James Brown
I woke up late (yes) and gave my family their gifts. They liked them all. I'm glad. It's been a slow day.
Christmas Eve! In a taxicab on my way to work. This guy is listening to an Arab station. He sounds angry. This driver is speeding. Dodging traffic. No seatbelt! But that's OK, it's Christmas!!! Right?
Merry Christmas one and all. I bring you an earnest lookin' Yoda on the verge of takin' a Christmas dump. Use the force, master... use the force. After last night's fiasco, I caught some ground and got a majority of the gifts out. This morning I met up with Oli and her ol' classmates for the yearly meet up. No Tom this year. Maybe next year. Then I trekked over to the mall, where I saw pretty much everyone I've known since birth.
Let me tell you about Christmas cheer there is NO Christmas cheer! Not when you're dealing with consumer devils. I bought a gift. A large one. For a very special little girl. This gift was placed in a box. A box with blue ink. Rain plus cardboard box plus blue ink equals mess therefore angry me. I in back to rectify the situation and no one could accommodate me. Is it so hard, for a PLASTIC bag in the rain. What a mess! Pissy people, i'm just pissy!!!
Seasons Greetings Everyone!!! Isn't this a lovely face? The kind you want to bring home to Mom and Dad... Pshhh, yeah right!
This is the less menacing pic located at a local pizza place. This is the dude that watches constantly over its pizza domain. C'mon, this guy doesn't mess around. He'll eat you and enjoy every single minute. All smiles. It kinda reminds you of the Burger King, doesn't it? I shudder at the thought... Anyways, I am currently located here
in Manhattan, China Town... Well on the way to it at least. I love the Brooklyn Bridge! Just picked up my sister from college. Awww... I'm getting older..er ...sigh.
I could tell you the time. It's way past your bed time and mine, and I'm still at school. Two 'rental units. Two cars and I'm still here in the cold. I got an extension for one out of 2.7 papers. wOOt. But I still shiver.
Dear Santa, I haven't done this in a while, as a matter of fact I don't think I ever did. Maybe once... but that's not the point. The point is that someone the other day pointed out that if I ask what I want, then I'll receive. I'm going to try this out now simply because I've been told I'm too humble or something like that. OK, this is a hint to what I want. OK, I know... there's a lot going on here. I know you're thinking a beautiful spot on a not so crappy island, but don't worry, I gave up on that a long time ago.
I know you're looking at the house too. I wouldn't want that either. I have alot on my plate right now.
It's not the beautiful woman or the bikini. I can handle the woman part on my own and... bikinis aren't my thing.
OK, you're very close on the bicycle, but I know what you're thinking... "you already have one that's in good shape," but that's not what I meant. I was thinking something more along the lines of wheels... of the motorized kind, maybe super-sized. Yeah, like the vehicular nature.
Santa, I would like a car. Not access to the ones around me, my very own. I had one before. I took good care of it. Some people didn't agree that I did, but if I have my own, then I'll really have to take care of it. I need it. I want it. With all my heart and soul. It'd make like easier for me and everyone else I know. Everyone's got one. I don't ask for much, but it's gotta work, Santa. Here's what I mean, Santa.
Mmm.. OK yea, this is what I'm talkin' about. Some wheels ... to get around. Not a showplace, not a new shiny vinyl or tiled floor. And certainly not the people in the background. The car. The BMW. The OMG almost cooler than James Bond's Aston Martin Series.
OK, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Let me tone it down.
OK! This is much better. Honda Accord. It has me written all over it and it soooo- good looking, room for two. or three or four.
Please Santa, all I want for Christmas is a car. I got the woman thing taken care of. Trust me. A car.
Thank You.
Valan
PS: I want shoes too, please! Sparkly ones, like the woman on the bike. Thanks!
This is honestly how I feel right now... and I don't mean very patriotic. I mean everyone must explode. GO Boom! SO emotionally and physically drained. My nights are my new days, my days are my new nights and I'm not even sleeping during them. Everything I say doesn't make sense to anyone. Including myself. (Insert disastrous explosion here!) Less than a week for Christmas shopping. I say screw it.
I'm not going to do it.
I'm not going to bring the aggression from school to the consumer world. There's no need. I didn't make a Christmas List. Santa doesn't answer my letters. He's ignored me for the past years (I lost count). Maybe I have been a bad kid, or maybe Santa ignores adults. Perhaps he doesn't give extra presents to for people who have the idea to get themselves what they want, but I can't get what I want. This has been the case for a while now. Slowly losing faith in everything, even me.
I finished one paper yesterday, I didn't feel accomplished like one usually would, I felt angry. So agitated. I wonder if Santa gives abstract gifts in place of nice, shiny physical ones... Ahemsanityahem! Or does he gives presents to people who don't know what they need. That's an interesting question. Does Santa give kids what they want or give them what they need?
Talk about weird cell phone physics. I just recieved a message from aarti regarding how i was selfish and greedy. How it looked good on me. The weird part is that the message was lost in space for a good 6 months. Funny how that happened. Missed the party last night. My poor sanity. I'll escape this prison one of these days.
I don't know how many days till Christmas, but this should be an indication that it's too close. In more shytty news, I missed the deadline for my paper. I knew this was going to happen. My best just wasn't good enough. I feel nauseous just thinking about it. I got a phone call from someone I work with. She tells me she can't work next semester because of certain people over stepping their boundaries. That would explain why I got the third degree last Thursday. Why can't people do the right thing and be direct? Instead every one leaves you to figure it out on your own. Everyone is guilty of this. I wish you could change the tiniest things in people, but you can't. You must change yourself or adapt. I'm sick of changing because of other people's shytty attitudes. Lord knows you can't change, because people will call you on it.
So I'm at work, makin' the runs and I swear I hear this thing making noise. I get closer and I hear unintelligible static... then... names... Yea, like Jack from LOST. So before I could discern any hidden messages, I ran. Dodging fate and callings each day at a time! Smarter than your average Jack, ladies and gentlemen, smarter than your average.
So... Those ruskies sure know how to curse up a storm. "Fookers" and "Poosies" hehe Never met a girl who cussed like a lil' sailor... in such a pronounced 'roosian' accent. This place is full of different voices... accents and opinions... and they're all angry! Mostly cause of finals, the other simply because they're just plain angry. I know. I am. Just too tired to yell. Had to sit and listen to everyone rant. We have some emotional cases here in this school. I maybe doing something wrong again.
The aftermath of an open-mic night. Empty much? Yea... The first speaker had a lot to say but how he said it was... off. Mean? I don't care. Martin Luther King Jr. wouldn't been as powerful a speaker if he sounded like a frog (cause that's how this guy sounded). Can you fix someting like that... sure. I guess you can. Some more life experiences can cange how you speak. My honest opinion. I got hit for that. Mmm angelic roses... Still want someone to hit me, hit me. Handball tomorrow. Ready for the beat down. I suppose this is in part that everyone bores me. I remember when things used to be amazing and inspiring. Now I sleep to try and remember it all.
This I find freakin' awesome! The guy hates the class he is forced to teach, he rearranges the syllabus 15 times, he assigns re-writes to the smartest students in class and to boot he gives us the choice between two books. So if we choose to do one, why must he yell and curse when we don't read the book that's in no way relevant to any of us. So the guy cancels class after a week of absences. What the fuck ever. I really have more important things to worry about. This is everyone rejoicing in his absence.
Morning. I have a nasty habit of getting comfortable. No matter what the situation is (be it emotional or physical). As I look back, I suppose it's a self-defense mechanism. I don't get angry... not enough. Anger is a catalyst to facilitate change. Could be violent or healthy, but it's a change. So Sunday, I didn't get any sleep. I usually get a ride from parents who get coffee in the mornings. That morning... they're not. This mixed with non-operating P.T. makes me angry. Angrier when they're out and decide not to get you. It just takes longer for me to get where I'm going. Screw it! But on the way in, a stranger named Lee offered me a ride in. It's rare to see someone help one another... or it's rare that I see it. Good karma... It reminds me of when I used to do nice things for others... before I became the proverbial 'Chameleon.' Funny how the words just work.
This is all I saw as I fell and sprained my ankle... Damn you P.T.! Damn you uneven ground! Damn you cold weather! I didn't even get to shop! DAMMIT! This is gonna swell up, I know it...
Does this look cold and windy to you? No? That's cause it's frigid and gusty out. On my way to school now, to get an ass reaming from a super pro woman teacher. I'd rather stay home until I have to go to work but I did make an appointment today and I did promise to help Marc with the clothes drive. Can only imagine what homeless people do this time of year. Class, last night, was better than I thought it was gonna be. Diane wants me to audition for her play... she's a bit... enthusiastic. She says she wants to make my play... OK? I hope not for kids! She has three degrees. :-/ How does she do it? She also says there's some traveling. She... talks alot. I'm entertaining the thought... for like a second. We'll see what happens Monday. Christmas is rollin' right around the corner. No shopping yet. I'm gonna be stuck Christmas Eve again. This year... it's a Sunday... and I have work... and I must visit Kristi. No shopping will be done this year. Late for my appointment!!! PMS city! :-@
Tell me why five plays are due tonight? Tell me why they have to be longer than ten pages? And tell me why grown men have to argue? I know the answers to all these questions, but dammit I have the right to complain about it. Michael 18 page play?!?! C'mon... that's eight pages OVER the limit!!! And why does the stapler have to roam??? And not just any stapler a shytty stapler! Please bring this semester to a close... NOW!
OK, so this is a quick summary from Sunday to tonight...
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This is Michel Lauzière. Cool guy. He was at work Sunday. Can't really explain much about him. He's a quirky guy. This video should help explain a bit abbout him.
Then there was Monday. Well this actually started Monday night, I had to finish four papers. One draft for Coming of Age Narratives and three rewrites for World Lit. Not to mention I was petrified of handing them in, afraid of a failure or worse... another rewrite. I had to stay up making sure that everything was perfect. So I get to my first class and my draft was torn apart by critiques... ;\ huzzah... and then I skipped on over and through the woods to World Lit. Marianne isn't there, which is a good thing. The professor, in a fit of rage cause no one read the book (100 Years of Solitude) threw a surprise quiz our way.... So everyone failed that...
So after I realized that there would be no reason to talk to him about my papers, I figured he was still heated, I followed Andrew to Serpentine where I saw the regulars and a girl named Megan. She showed me some poetry where a guy apparently stalked her. That's always fun poetry. Y'know... the good, productive kind.
I went home and thought of the week ahead of me. I had to call Tom (which I never did), I had to get my last book for C.O.A. (Golden Compass) No organization as far as what books should be read first as far as length and themes of certain books should be read. Personally, the women's lib view irks me till no end.
Tuesday.
Nothing special. Read Tempest and discussed our final days in the class. meh...
Wednesday
Professor's losing it... think a few too many academic muscles may have been stretched here. One withdrew; she'll do it again. Whatever. I know I put my contribution in. We talked about Golden Compass, which in retrospect was probably a good book, but we read it after a realistic racist town setting story. So... it didn't fit in the grand scheme of things. The switch was too jarring. I blasted the book, thanks to Nic! I laughed. I saw her cringe.
After class, Nic and I talked for a long time. She's hysterical. She had loads of stories to share. Some of them ghostly as well. Some I would like to exploit, some day. Then I headed for the cafeteria where I met Dolce in the literary magazine. The Serpentine guys were playing guitars hooked up on amps. Not constructive or peaceful. I walked over to NYPIRG. Creative and Peaceful. I caught some ZZZZs and when I woke, I met Angie (Angela, I believe her name was) and Katie (who begs me to DDR). I meant to leave (to shop). Got distracted. Was hungry. Student government offered karaoke night with free food.
This was KARAOKE!
This was Marc singing "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash (He's very good btw...)
This was a group of people doing the "Thong Song" by Sisquo
As annoying as that song is... they were very good with performing the song.
All in all... pretty good night. There was a certain "comfortability" in the air. I was blindsided and was convinced by pretty women to buy a "Build-A-Bear" I'd seen this particular girl around campus, she was convincing enough, so I bought her a bear (and someone else one, too)
Duly noted, there was Alan (another Alan) who was well-versed in all things musically related to Will Smith... although he didn't look like he would... nevermind.
It's fun to see people scream into a microphone at the top of their lungs to songs that are soo ridiculously outdated. AH well... Trip home was entertaining. Saw an accident.
And now, this blog comes to a close. Lata... need more ZZZs (even though it never feels right)
Well it certainly doesn't feel like late November! Feels more like early September. Not that I'm complaining but, like Sam Gamgee says, 'this weather is unnatural.' Makes people sick. Like me for instance. Does this picture look like chilly autumn weather? No? Yea, cause it's not. I'm baking in this computer lab. It does nothing but put tme to sleep, and I was up all last night. At least I got my haircut. Perhaps the rebel in me is still yelling, I didn't feel much like homework today. "For shame" and Michael kept asking for my help on his EIGHTEEN page play... so not looking forward to that play. So embarassing, I dozed off in class... and I was caught red-handed. After the girl bought pizza and I had three slices, just to stay up. That's all I yak about for now. I digress. Must feed the zzzzzzzzzzz
If I'm lucky, I could use this as a method to contact Jack from LOST and tell him to give up, his senseless otherwise boring existence doesn't entertain me, not anymore at least. At work, stuck in the coatroom. Could be worse, I suppose I could be stuck in the closet, jokes would be never-ending like that Story. Professor tore me a new one not cause I didn't show, cause I didn't call. Ack, I was out cold the whole day. Those rewrites are due Monday, overjoyed to start those. As of now, I hunger. Hunger causes silly mental images otherwise known as daydreams. My Daydream for the day: Punched someone, a girl... in the face. Blood came out of places it shouldn't. I realize I didn't punch her, I sliced her... with a knife... that know resembles a bat. A gold star appears. Cops apparate out of thin air. My middle finger goes up like an erection. Two flashing stars appear. I beat a man for a car. He called me a name that didn't suit me in anyway. I drive away. Drive-by. Four stars. Pull out a bazooka. There goes a helicopter. Enter tank. Funny what literature and video games can do to you in the morning and famished!
No picture for today. Nothing worth noting... visually. Speaking of noting... Shakespeare was a good man, good author... great author. We probably would've hit it off, Bill and I. But my current professor for the designated class... don't feel we'd get along. For starters, she hated the new Bond flick... :-/ I loved the new movie!!! She however has a weak stomach. Plus... She's a little... hm odd. Kinda made me nervous a few times. And i wonder where the other two girls went? I'm sure it had nothing to do with me. So anyways, a 'B' on the paper, I was expecting higher, but i have to argue my point. This week, I will. I have to. And finally there was the NYPIRG office, filled to the brim with geeks and nerds (and they're proud of it). Couldn't stay long, the Wars vs. Trek debate was getting heated. :-P Only good news for today I assume is that I was granted more hours from work... whoopee, a whoppin' hour... ugh
DANGER!!! Stay back! Coming to you live from the doctor's office. No school cause (no book) i bottomed out. No reason to go in and annoy fellow students hard at work.
Notice the infamous instruments of doom
I've been postponing the doc visit for a while now. He was good. Not like everyone's favorite cripple, House. Then again, there is no medical mystery to me... or is there? Been watchin the news about the dude who got shot, fifty shots at unarmed men O.o that's a bit... excessive. Makes you wanna yell a rebel yell, bring hell, let 'em know... I'm not yellin' but here's one way of stickin it to The Man!
A little asterisk to the side, i hate children, not so much hate them all but just the retardedly wild ones. I don't care if that's mean. Most of the time the parents are to blame. My thing is i don't want to be to blame for my kid to turn out COMPLETELY screwed up, cause no matter how much time and money and love you put into your kid, there are NO guarantees that they'll turn out ok. That's like the Ultimate Sacrifice and the Ultimate Gamble?!?! Hell No! Get mixed with the wrong kids and your wonderful offspring is planning your demise... and very well i might add. This is not the generation of parents... the children are smarter, wiser and they'll retaliate if they become any smarter. There are plenty of people out there to deal with that. I'll be happy if i am blessed with long life, prosperity... and a child then God help me cause i need all the strength i can get.
This is the end... To a very shytty day. I went to work. My sis left w/o calling and my parents didn't call on the way back. I ended up here, at the Barnes & Nobles lookin for a book that wasn't there. I'll have to finnagel around it in class, again. I hate walkin on this island. It's so small, you're bound to run into someone like i did today. Russian girl from the old bank job. Gah! As if i couldn't walk into someone i did want to see. Anyways, i was expectin a call... I didn't get it. Probably my fault, that building is like a shield from all sorts of cell phone communication. This could've been a good day... Instead it was spent dodging the eyes of oncoming traffic. I never would've thought that i'd have to perfect this technique. >!< so, that's all for now... World: 784,952 - me: zilch :-x
This is me Bloggin, from me cell phone at my old job! Technology these days! So.. that was a huge grasshopper that decided to land on a window that was located on the 5th floor... how do these bugs do it??? Anyways it's hella late, I don't know why I bother to sleep now, headed to work in a few! BBL
