Log in

(no subject)

Jul. 19th, 2005 | 07:43 pm
mood: pissed offpissed off

I'm going friends only so assholes can't spoil Harry Potter for me. to the person who did, I actually hate you. And just so you know, I banned you from ever commenting on my journal ever again. have a horrible day fucker

Link | Leave a comment {5} | Share

(no subject)

Jul. 15th, 2005 | 05:13 pm
music: RENT- i'm a sucker for showtunes too

List 5 reasons why you are a dork. And make them good reasons. Justify them. Explain them. Be proud of it. Then pick 5 friends/dorks you know and have them do the same.

1. Yeah, so tonight's Harry Potter, word, and I'm going to the midnight party. all the dorks so far have got that one... BUT you didnt write a 22 page paper on the universal fantasy hero-- specifically harry, frodo and arthur talking about joseph campbell and jungian archetypes. well, I did :) when it comes to fantasy lit, i kind of turn into a 10 year old boy. oh well
2. I also read the NBA almanac for kicks when i was a kid
3. aaaand me and my sisters own about 100 or more x-men comic books. (i'm also actually attracted to gambit and wish he did indeed exist)
4. Me and anna just bought DDR, X-Men Legends, and Sims 2 and have been playing games like crazy. and its been really really fun too. On the sims I just made a family that lives in "the monkey house" with a father by the name of Kurt Tugennova.... vonnegut backwards + a at the end.. and i'm proud of it.
5. I know every word of the Buffy Musical, not to mention that I'm obsessed with the show, and Joss Whedon's genius in general.

It's kind of funny how it took me 2 seconds to think of what to write for this
There's more too, that's just what came to mind first

I tag mitch, neema/chris ( i know how you boys grind), allie wolfe, stephanie, lindsay ( the latter two may actually be not dorky enough for this, but i ran out of untagged people, still try you cool folk :) )

Link | Leave a comment {2} | Share

number 8 said so...

Jul. 12th, 2005 | 07:37 pm

1. Reply with your name and I will write something I like about you.
2. I will then tell you what song reminds me of you.
3. I'll tell you what o'clock you'd be on my watch.
4. Then, I will try my very best to name a single word that best describes you.
5. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
6. I will tell you what color you remind me of.
7. And I'll tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. And then it's your turn -> Put this in your journal fool.

Link | Leave a comment {15} | Share

Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside-down...

Jul. 6th, 2005 | 06:17 pm
mood: creativeknock 'em out the park, G
music: thiiiiiiis

I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I went to Phili for a concert so rare

First. I. went to the car round 7, 7:10
got picked up by Scott and ye olde franklin
rode in the car for an hour or 2
listenin to buffy and rent- you know how we do
well, uh.. we made our way down to city hall
we were mackin and laughin, havin a ball
the crowd was packed and crazy large
at least we had passes that passed like we were in charge
swarmed by people in the momentous masses
we figured the best plan was to get our asses..
OUT of the crowd and into a patch
out on the lawn on some nice green grass
underneath a tree near university
so thankful for such wonderful company
It was just right, next to a water station
passed the time with music, cards, and conversation
some people gettin rowdy, no need to be impatient
Just wait! wrong song, lets pick it up pick it up pick it up...
Nice patch, yo, this is bad
drinkin free water from a plastic glass
is this what people at LIVE 8 chillin like?
hmmmmmm, this might be alright

and so we saw a few familiar faces
we got so lucky with perfect times and perfect places
went to the screen and sung along with the best
didnt watch the others, chilled for the rest
all in all couldnt have asked for nothin better
see ya next time folks
perhaps an update of the weather

so if you ever find yourself wantin to record
holla at the two livest MC's in the world
we're 2 Fish, an A and a G
some of the best youll ever meet
..and dont forget to lend a helping hand
the seconds are counting
a 1, a 2, a 1, 2, 3...


for more
snapshots snapshots pictureman pictureman

[was a weekend of long days & plenty of pretty people
a wondrous wedding and a beautiful ring
good conversations and smilin lil things
fireworks were many, both here and there
plus b-more's no longer H capital of the world
but this year its capital of july the fuckin fourth
i said hell yeah, thats the way it goes
from iladelph to bmore, i be chilaxin with many a crew
thats right, you know how we do
thanks for coming out
hope you enjoyed the show
hopefully therell be many mo'
much love, peace, and happiness
until next time
goodnight (goodnight)
(knock em out the park G
knock em out)]

Link | Leave a comment {3} | Share

(no subject)

Jun. 19th, 2005 | 07:09 pm
mood: hopeful? these cats all look the same
music: limb by limb - phish

the weeks past hallway strolls and schoolday shuffles have been filled with summertime love, beautiful friends, and many a complexity.

too complex for my taste, and intense enough for way more than a fish family

sooo father's day arrives, june's almost over, and before we know it days of seemingly neverending work, pointless facebooking, sandcastle constantinople creating, gradparty hopping, carmens craving, and timeless talks with timeless friends bring us to two months, yes two, left of the summer. only some weeks before we enter college dorms, bayside classes, and a new world of people, a city unexplored by me and waiting for my arrival, a newness that will be slightly unveiled at the end of the following month, because summer orientation does that sometimes.. but the anticipation for both college and its antes de, bring me to hold my breath when i see and talk and feel and be with those i care about most.
love will tear us apart is hardly my motto, but as they say, things come to those who wait, and im waiting.. and i know everythings gonna be alright
cause the suns out, and its up as i type
the ice(d) tea is tasting
and im almost ready

and after todays almost incoherent 10 minute mind ramble on this here entry
i say this

enjoy the rest of your summerdays,
they are a splendid type
and some of my favorite
catch you on the flipside

mucho amor,


Link | Leave a comment {6} | Share

my sistas made me do it

Jun. 10th, 2005 | 01:31 pm

List your current six favorite songs and then tag six other people to do the same in their journal.

1. "já sei namorar" by tribalistas (not copying anna, just the truth yo)
2. "nada valgo sin tu amor" by juanes
3. "missing" by beck
4. "never there" by cake
5. "my friends" by red hot chili peppers
6. "sparks" by coldplay

Tagged by: full_flight and julitabonita
The last CD I bought: mmm, haven't bought cds in a while, the last i burned was probably beck's guero

Song playing: trick me - kelis

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me: por que te vas-mana, dreams be dreams- jack johnson, america - simon and garfunkel, joyful girl- dave matthews and soulive(ani cover), ave maria- david bisbal... damn theres many more too

Five people to whom I’m passing the baton: polka_stalk, caged_gypsy1, dementedcow, cownoodle, and bathroom_irony

Link | Leave a comment {1} | Share

(no subject)

Jun. 3rd, 2005 | 01:29 am
mood: british/hannah?
music: quizas quizas quizas

Cuando el tiempo pasa y nos hacemos viejos nos empieza a parecer
Que pesan más los daños que los mismos años al final
Por eso yo quiero que mis años pasen junto a ti mi amor eterno
Junto a mi familia junto a mis amigos y mi voz
Porque nada valgo porque nada tengo si no tengo lo mejor
Tu amor y compañía en mi corazón
Y es que vale más un año tardío que un siglo vacío amor
Y es que vale m á s tener bien llenito el corazón
Por eso yo quiero que en mi mente siempre tu cariño est é bien fuerte
Aunque estemos lejos o aunque estemos cerca del final
Porque nada valgo porque nada tengo si no tengo lo mejor
Tu amor y compañía en mi corazón
Ven amor…

kinda just wanted to update to show off my new icon

and say i'm gonna miss sady
and say i cant wait for the return of friends
becuase as missy A put it, they gone they sho are
actually she didnt say that, i did
whatevers clever
i love juanes and sady
and college is a bewildering thought/bewildering beast/ wildabeast-- thats an animal
nevermind im out
look at my icon
the half-blood prince will be unveiled on the magical fantastical day of july the 16th 2005, may that day live in magicality

Link | Leave a comment {3} | Share

"sometimes you gotta realize...

Mar. 6th, 2005 | 03:32 pm
mood: workinghome sweet home
music: n.e.r.d.

where you are in your life in order to feel good,
and i feel good baby"

twas a weekend filled withCollapse )

Link | Leave a comment {1} | Share

18 years + 23 hours & 24 minutes

Feb. 28th, 2005 | 11:24 pm
mood: exhaustedexhausted
music: elliot smith

(^its longer than it looks)

it started with hanging out in my moms empty casa, plenty of people i love, plenty of daytime shiny windows, a failed monopoly attempt, then the artsy lil mini coffee house, a teatime early morning chat of boys and the like, frosting covered brownie surprise, then to diaries we went, and off again to drowsy dc museum mornings, muddled metro thoughts and cozy car comfort, artists with their shows and we sit watch admire and talk and listen, we make friends, thats amore, we do friends things, hip dances, matt dances, couch conversations (all in the tower), and we make poetry, mix wine with cheers, and im left now with open pages blank with anticipation, with so much music to hear, with an itrip for two, with socks for the broken baby, with grandma's money, tales of drunken dramatics but good things happened, things i'll remember always, late night scribble scrabbled up phonecalls, and then familial bonding, some cupcakes from 2 of my favorite people, treehouse phonecalls, and i heart huckabees, and snow blankets over those sky-rakes in the backyard, and many many pictures but not enough, and fruit tarts and boston cream pies, mathhelp at home for sister a, an unreasonable essay, and a vbc unforgettable breaking point... the weekend in words is nothing compared to the real thing

my head's in the clouds again,

what a weekend

Link | Leave a comment {2} | Share

not a poem, at all. just late night silliness

Feb. 26th, 2005 | 01:53 am
music: beatles

i want to be
a painter
a comic book artist
a writer
a poet
among other things
i want to breathe the air of a different continent
and stay there for a year.
and just..be
among elephants, kangaroos, monkeys, cheethahs or any non-north american species
and frequently in the room where i rest my head, as i look up, i see that poster above my bed where giraffes stare down at me, and where a sculpture-like picasso painting cut-out hangs from my cieling spinning
i think and think
and wonder
and write
and paint
and create
and do all those things
and wish
and hope
and sleep

and listen..

to life' song. ever since my ipod brokedown i've realized life's soundtrack is not neccessarily actual music coming from ear headphones tucked in neatly, but in everything, anything, you and me

still i ask why didnt the beatles write a song with MY name on it?

Link | Leave a comment | Share