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| Tuesday, October 16th, 2007 | | 4:12 pm |
The cool thing to do
Apparently LJ is the cool thing to do again. On a quick note, everything's cool at the moment in NM. Meeting cool people, going to bad-ass parties, got another safe-house on the map. Getting pretty good at quarters. Anyway. I've changed out here in the desert, and here's how. Unimportantly, I've lost some weight and gotten in better shape. Wish I had someone to hoop with. Still have a ways to go before I'm happy with myself. More importantly, I've come to understand what being a good person is.. to me. To me, it means being honest, and reliable to your friends. I don't trust anyone who says they'd do anything for anyone. Let me define reliable.. To me, it means that once you say you'll do something, you'll do it and NOT bitch about it. I was already a pretty reliable person in some ways. I'd give rides when I could and always had a place to crash and money to lend. But I'd be damned if I didn't let everyone know it. From now on (or until the next metamorphosis) I'll do anything for my friends selflessly... or not at all. Truthfully, if it's not an emergency, and it would put me off enough to make me pissed about it... Not happening. Jesse and I had a good talk about people the other day and I concluded after the talk that ANYONE can be cool and interesting for a few hours... But it's the energy to a person that makes them worth knowing. The energy of their passions, emotions, convictions (you know what I mean), and goals.. When you have no idea what you want to do, or you're not doing anything to get there, your energy turns inward and makes you into a real asshole or a total fucking psycho. Not saying people with direction can't be psychos or assholes, of course. And to Jesse, you believe that Jordan and I don't think LJ is the place for your bitch-rants because we just don't like being called on it where everyones see it... ...I really doubt EVERYONE reads your LJ. Personally, can't speak for Jordan, I don't think LJ is the place for it because it doesn't change anything. Not only that, but you don't say any of this shit to our face. Well, you might've said it to Jordan's, wasn't there for it if you did, but never mine. Not saying what you said wasn't true, but say what you have to say about me... to ME first. I'd just appreciate it. Further, it doesn't change anything because whatever you have to say on here is automatically put in such an impersonal way. Nothing you say in a blog will ever be taken as seriously as what you say to someone's face, or even on a phone... Anything you say on here is so much weaker than what you say TO SOMEONE. Peace. | | Monday, June 4th, 2007 | | 6:44 am |
Just so you know...
I don't really "Blog" very often, but here's what I have planned for the short term future: -Work full time until the last pay-check of July. -Party relentlessly every weekend. -Make sure Sabi gets a good place to stay for when the apartment is torn down. -Move to Albuqurque, New Mexico the first or second week of August. Also, for the recent events column, Sunday was awesome. Sabi had to go to work around 10, but I was woken up at 2 when Jordan and Jesse showed up at my place. We puffed, went to play basketball, where we destroyed and demoralized Chris, Cody, and E. There were two games, the stakes on the first where that the loser had to roll the winner a blunt. The second game, the conditions changed to if they won, they could share it with us, if they lost, we got to smoke it in their faces without sharing while they couldn't even hit the pipes. We were merciless when it came to collecting our dues. So we did that after basketball, then agreed to go to Taco Bell, but the losers just burnt off to go home even after telling us they'd be there. Then they wouldn't answer their phones to tell us they took off. Weak. So, we went to Taco Bell, feasted, then went to TeaHouse and played three intense games of Jenga, and I learned to play Uno. We did that 'til 6:30, when Sabi got off, so we picked her up, took her to Taco Bell 'cause she was hungry too, then went to Slick Willie's. Several good games of pool, where too many losses came from knocking the 8-Ball in early. Then, Jesse dominated the shit out of the air hockey tables, until I ran in on the last game with him to clear out 20-7 or something ridiculous. Then, we came back to my place, and smoked out the entire apartment. I love that my friends are ACTIVE stoners... None of this sitting around and loafing bullshit. We got things done. | | Monday, May 7th, 2007 | | 7:56 am |
Sold my soul again...
I begin work at the warehouse again, starting the 14th of July, and going to the end of June. Essesntially, for 6 weeks, I will be dead to the world every week night. Which sucks, since I live in the crash pad. 11:45 at night, "Hey, we just got out of the Jelly Fish, can we hang at your place?" "...sure, I wasn't going to bed." Yeah, that can't be happening while I'm working. Sorry, guys... Friday and Saturday night will be business as usual, though. | | Wednesday, February 21st, 2007 | | 4:19 pm |
Egh
Tearing through "Needful Things" by Stephen King. Leland Gaunt is an awesome character, and I'm enjoying the Hell out of the book.. But half of the fun seems to be pointing out all of his over-used archetypes and literary devices. Phone's reactivated, again.. High-maintenance p.o.s.... 832 472 3516. Been feeling awful lately. Seem burnt out constantly... I'm never at peace anymore.. just at different levels of pained, annoyed, or impatient. No complaints from me though, stangely enough. When I'm comfortable, I get lazy. This constant simmering world of aggrevation has been keeping me on my feet. Had an interesting monday (was it monday? Pretty sure...) night and tuesday morning. After the turbulent as Hell friday evening, Jesse, Michelle, Saline E, Sabi, Jennifer, and Myself had a nice evening of mild drug and alchohol use. I say use, and not abuse, with purpose. For the first time in awhile, no one got irresponsible. Only sign of conflict were Jennifer's impossible to ignore tits. I don't mind that she was wearing a sheer shirt with nothing beneath. Mostly out of apathy instead of attraction... Truth be told, there's no mystery to seeing Jennifer nude or in various stages of. It's like seeing that Houston Chronicle dispenser at an absolutely unlikely intersection in my neighborhood.. Out of place, but still not relevent to my interests. Jesse however, is unhesitant to voice his repulsion. The exact conversation was Jesse "Dude, Jennifer needs to put a shirt on." Me "I offered her one." Which was true. I had offered her a plain white clean T-shirt on a few occasions. She didn't seem to care too much, though. Jesse being blunt with her is news as old as Jennifer's bosom. | | Wednesday, January 24th, 2007 | | 11:27 am |
So... wow
Back in 6th grade I was lurking around the Heights Public Library, waiting for a computer with my list of stolen Power Card numbers to indulge in the ROC for hours on end, when I picked up a book. It was titled Blood and Chocolate. It was an alright werewolf book, kinda campy and the characters were a little 2-dimensional, but I liked it. Now I see it's coming out as a major movie by the same people who put out Underworld. wow. | | Wednesday, January 17th, 2007 | | 12:39 pm |
Life, etc.
So, got an eviction notice. After having a ruthless heart-to-heart with Mary-Kay, it's not so bad. We need to give her 500 by the 29th. Brady already gave her 100, and is going to give her more. I already have near 200 saved up. That means at this rate, this won't be a big deal. The big deal is.. gotta pay rent on time from now on, and need to give her 200 on the 15th of every month for the next three months, then we'll be in the clear. She also has to fix our apartment, or her cats' lives are forfeit. The last party was wonderful. I need to get some black-lights, a lot of high-lighters, and some serious glow-paint. It would, in a word: Rock. I've always wanted my friends to view me as someone they can go to when they need something, and I'm glad my place has become a bit of a crash/party pad. If all I have to offer is space, I'm glad to do it. Also, ENJOY YOUR AIDS!!! | | Friday, December 1st, 2006 | | 5:22 pm |
Fight
So, Jessica, Jennifer, Michelle, Sabi, Selene, Nick (Jessica's bf) were all standing around infront of Mazatec Garden. Out of the general calm, I see Jessica and Jennifer rolling around in a really nasty, vicious fight. I leave it alone, until Jessica pins Jennifer down, then I decide that it's not really a fight anymore. I pull Jessica off, who's still yelling shit at Jennifer. I'm busy holding on to Jessica because I know damned well she wouldn't hesitate to kick me square in the nuts. I didn't see Bryan come out of the house. I didn't see him running towards us. Out of my periheral vision, I see a blur of yellow jacket, and Bryan no-shit flying drop-kicks Jessica in the gut. Dropped her like a fucking sack of bricks. Anyway, Nick, who had previously been watching from the truck, leaps out. He's going for Bryan, and I think he aims to kill him. Arthur's axe-handle is only a few feet away in Jennifer's car, but Bryan turns and hauls ass. He sprinted like a pro, scared to death, because Nick looked like a berserker. Personally, I think Nick had all rights to kick Bryan's ass. Even if she is a thieving, conniving cunt, a full-grown man doesn't drop-kick a teenage girl. So, Bryan runs away, gets cornered, and somehow... He's fine, except for a fucked up knee he got from slipping on the drive-way, and Nick, who was the only one I saw swinging, walks away with two, swollen, bright-red welts on his face. Bad black-eyes on the way. Anyway, he turned and jogged off because Louie (sp?) marched out of Mazatec ready for war. Louie is the sound-gut/bouncer for Super Happy. Anyway. Even though Jennifer and Bryan looked like they got their asses kicked, both of their opponents came out much worse off. So strange, and entertaining. Michelle was freaked out because, amazingly, she's 21 and had never seen a serious fight. | | Wednesday, October 11th, 2006 | | 3:47 pm |
Far Away Eyes
"I was driving home early sunday morning through bakersfield Listening to gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, you know you always have the Lord by your side And I was so pleased to be informed of this that I ran Twenty red lights in his honor Thank you jesus, thank you lord." If you wanted to just get up and start your life all over from scratch, what would be holding you back? Keep in mind that when I say "Holding you back" I mean what would you not want to leave behind or have some responsibility or obligation to, not what or who would fight to keep you there. I'll start off: 1) My snakes 2) My kitten 3) The second half of the semester I already paid for 4) Sabi 5) My Father Your turn. Current Mood:  content | | Wednesday, September 6th, 2006 | | 9:57 pm |
Last post for awhile...
I am happy with my self and my life. I am going to school, with serious progress... This isn't highschool anymore, and I actually see the strides I'm taking to better my life. I'm making knives in my spare time. Good ones, too. This pleases the shit out of me. I have my three animals... Rob still has 1 stuck eye-cap, but I can already see it coming loose. Anna got fucked up by her dinner, but she's now healed and good as new. She's beautiful... Now that I've brought her out of malnourishment, she is absolutely gorgeous. Anyastasia (or Onion) is still neurotic to no end... But my father adores her (as do I), and she is now roaming the whole house. She's so entertaining to watch... I'm over what I did to Rachael. Yeah, I was a low-life lying piece of shit. I'm not that person anymore. I've come out of that shadow of my life, and have come into who I am, and I am who I want to be. Sarah, sending your package friday. I'm making you something to go along with it. As for everyone who is not Brady, Sabi, or Mark (as far as those of you in Houston), good luck. I'll probably never see you again outside of Andy's, or a Condition Green show (if A) Such a thing ever happenes again B) You even mention it to me). I'm not pissed that y'all don't even consider me anymore, and likewise, I'm not going to think of y'all when considering what to do or who to do it with. It's been made clear that seeing me is nowhere on your list of things to do. And, as I'm doing pretty good at the moment, I really don't need LJ anymore. Peace. | | Thursday, August 31st, 2006 | | 4:52 am |
Just to say...
I'm going to HCC. 12 hours a week. I see so many faces I know... I feel raped over my text-books... 102 for a used math book? Ugh... And this was after hunting religiously, I otherwise would of had to be somewhere up in the 130s. I like all my teachers, and the kids seem cool. I have a 3 hour lunch break, which just means I'm going to think I can get all my homework done then... Procrastination rears it's ugly head. My snakes are doing fine, even though I'm worried about Anna... I think she just shed enough for her eye-caps to come off, and then blew the rest off... Her scales are loose and unhealthy-looking... I adopted her in such bad shape. I also have a siamese/burmese kitten... spazzy little shit. Anstasia. Sabi got her for me for my birthday. I love her. Both of them, but I meant the kitten. She is very talkative and loves to hide... Hisses at me whenever I try to pick her up, but then purrs when I hold her. She'll be a good hunter, I can tell already. Sarah, sending you a package probably tomorrow... I had to put a hold on pretty much every spare cent this week due to text books. | | Sunday, August 27th, 2006 | | 10:17 pm |
| | Saturday, August 19th, 2006 | | 10:40 pm |
The truth
bassist159: Yeah. We're walking testament to the fact that massive amounts of intelligence provides no security in the face of bad decision making. It's true... But, if we made all the right decisions, life would probably be entirely fulfilling by the late 20's.... Then there's the rest of the life to just reflect on all those right decisions. Yeah, I'm full of shit. But, that's a much better way of saying "Damn. Too bad we're not perfect." | | Monday, August 7th, 2006 | | 1:06 pm |
Done, for now
Got my HCC shit out of the way. Fall semester, 12 hours = $630. Freshman math, english, history, and this bullshit GUST course for freshmen. It has to be done sometime, so might as well do it now. Money's gonna be tight for the next two months,'til Renn-Fest. Might have to ask Reasonable Robert for some work... God, help me. School mon-thur. Earliest class starts at 8:30, and latest one ends at 3. So, I'm content. I've lost almost all contact with Jordan and Jesse. I know it isn't out of any bitterness, it's just when the fuck do we have the chance to meet, or even really have the same friends anymore? The hamilton pack has branched off, and I'm accepting it. I adopted a year old Ball Python that was returned for being out-rageously violent. I named her Anna. She was really nice and social to me, so my guess is the assholes abused her, and were surprised when she fought back. Anyway, Alien at the MFA this friday at 7. I'll be there, don't know 'bout the rest of you. | | Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006 | | 12:39 pm |
Well
Renn-Fest starts September 30th, so it's not a big change at all from what I had already planned. Yay. Finally got Rob to eat yesterday (despite Sabi's pleas for the lives of the two tiny mice... they were cute, though), so that's a huge relief. Stubborn fucking snake went a month without eating just to get the live food. I'm certain he knew what he was doing. Considering volunteering at an Animal Rescue. But, I'm also considering joing the Peace Corps. What a fucking joke. I never thought I could assosciate myself with anything titled "Peace" in any way without a healthy dose of,at the very least, prolific arson. But, it's my subconscious trying to run away again. Always running away. Running to other girls to escape a relationship (not in quite awhile, but still..) Running to Arizona to escape Texas. Running to [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<insert [...] heights/montrose/downtown>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Renn-Fest starts September 30th, so it's not a big change at all from what I had already planned. Yay. Finally got Rob to eat yesterday (despite Sabi's pleas for the lives of the two tiny mice... they were cute, though), so that's a huge relief. Stubborn fucking snake went a month without eating just to get the live food. I'm certain he knew what he was doing.
Considering volunteering at an Animal Rescue. But, I'm also considering joing the Peace Corps. What a fucking joke. I never thought I could assosciate myself with anything titled "Peace" in any way without a healthy dose of,at the very least, prolific arson. But, it's my subconscious trying to run away again.
Always running away.
Running to other girls to escape a relationship (not in quite awhile, but still..)
Running to Arizona to escape Texas.
Running to <insert anywhere in the Heights/Montrose/Downtown area> to escape school.
Now, considering running to the Peace Corps. to just escape everything.
Sure, that's the black and white way of looking at it, but I wonder what it really is that I'm always running from. | | Friday, July 21st, 2006 | | 12:20 pm |
Up Date
I haven't really spoken to anyone besides Sabi and Brady (as in, the people who live 20 feet from my door) in weeks... I like to think it's because of work, and not that everyone has simultaneously forgotten me. Anyway, only work for another month (whoohoo), then start school, have about a month of unemployment, then Renn-Fest. I got a snake. Baby ball python named Rob (Short for Rabisu). Been doing alot of study in the field of metallurgy.. Desperately want to get my knife-making shop up again. Two tools will end up costing as much as anything else. A decent belt sander and a used drill press will end up costing about $300, after that everything else (files, Dremel, bench grinder, torches & fire bricks) shouldn't cost over $200. I want to do so many things... A knife-making masseuse in H.P.D. .. "And part of me is thinking: '.. could be fun..' " Reading again. w00t. Nothing special, just reading for the Hell of it. I'm still stuck in a terrible lingo where the blue monster car is teetering on the brink of death, which makes me really want to sell it and get something newer, but it is still working just enough to make it invaluable at times. Life is monotonous at the moment. | | Thursday, July 13th, 2006 | | 3:40 pm |
Survey says: Starve
So, I got my pay check today. I also have 3 of Sabi's smut checks which were endorsed for me to cash as well. I get in the van to go home and I say to my Father: "So, to the credit union?" Which is what we always do on pay days. But, for some reason, his response was: "What? Today? Fuck that noise. We'll do it tomorrow.". I get home, and I think I could use a bike ride, so I grab a bottle of water & a towel, and head off for down town. Not 5 minutes into the ride, back tire = explosion. I get it fixed in about 45 minutes for only $8, but by then the credit union closes in 20 minutes. So, God, there you have it. The day is yours; Sabi and I are broke for another day. Current Mood: Hexxed | | Sunday, July 9th, 2006 | | 8:44 pm |
This is a long distance call...
These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slow motion The way we look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation That's dying in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder And don't cry baby, don't cry Don't cry Anyway, the other night I realized I really don't give a shit about the internet anymore. Made me think back to the nights that I'd spend at the Height's Public Library in middle school with my list of stolen library card numbers, staying in DMC until they shut the computers off and I had to go. I haven't been that excited about anything since. I wonder why that is. | | Tuesday, July 4th, 2006 | | 9:49 pm |
It's that time again...
Ask me any two questions on any subjects, and I will answer them with all honesty no matter how humiliating or damaging the answer. | | Sunday, June 25th, 2006 | | 9:37 pm |
| | Thursday, June 22nd, 2006 | | 8:31 pm |
Felt good
I haven't told someone to go fuck themselves so eloquently in quite awhile. " In no uncertain terms... I do not like you, and I never really have. I think you are a liar, a manipulator, and a cut-throat even to your own blood. I believe you hold yourself to no honor, and if you believe the 15% rule, you should feel utterly shamed. I believe you planted all of the evidence that was found in my former room, and would of loved dearly to see Sabi and I blamed equally. But when your mother would not believe that Sabi did all that, you figured you would stop harassing her about it and just dump it all on someone she would believe would do such things, namely, me. Do not bring this subject up again unless it is in the form of legal proceedings. I have nothing to say to someone like you. But, on the other hand, if you actually believe that I did all that, I can feel nothing but pity for a mind so blinded by paranoia, hatred, or both." Send to Deej a few minutes ago. For details on what prompted this, check out Sabi's LJ. Oh, and I'm going to check out the Socialist Workers Party this weekend. Might be productive. |
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