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[Nov. 30th, 2009|07:55 pm] |
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I feel very strange these days. Vacant. Anonymous. A paper doll slowly being dressed in adult concerns and ambitions. Every day I find myself wondering what I would have been like in the 60's. The 70's. I curse social networking sites and newfangled technology. I can't allow myself to admit defeat and say "Oh, we should simplify every social interaction, every action, every firing synapse into one handheld piece of plastic. It's so convenient." Of course it's convenient, that's why it's terrible you asshole. I crave vinyl collections, old clothes, photo albums. Like a child in the Kalahari Desert, desperately squeezing a root for the tiniest droplet. So am I clinging to a time in which I never existed. |
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| Shadwell's Wake |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|03:55 am] |
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So I entered the bad poetry contest at Shadwell's Wake, and walked away with a mason jar full of gobstoppers duct-taped to an empty can of coconut milk. Essentially, I won an award for my "Ode to Malt Liquor". The rest of the night was fun too. The usual dancing to Sideshow Tramps, mingling, and finally the funeral procession. However this time we sung "When The Saints Go Marching In" as we carried Shadwell's casket inside, instead of the usual "Amazing Grace". |
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[Nov. 17th, 2009|01:00 am] |
So today I met someone who previously starred in one of my earliest conscious memories. This weekend he was simply a man visiting my grandmother in the hospital, but at the time he was a convicted murderer. I was 2 years old and visiting my grandmother at the Webster Parrish Jail, where she was working at the time. Larry had been serving his sentence for a few years and had built up a reputation for good behavior with the deputies, in exchange for his information from the inside he was given several comforts. Most importantly a brand new NES and a copy of Kung Fu. As my grandmother led me into his cell, I recall cautiously moving toward a tall, dark figure seated in front of a bright TV screen. He showed me how he made the 8-bit figure on the screen move and attack the waves of enemies. After some time, he handed the controller to me and I clutched it in my tiny hands. I'm certain that I didn't do much more than run back and forth, but it was probably one of the best things I'll remember.
Also, one of my mom's friends accidentally donated a porno to my aunt's day care. The VHS tape appeared to be an innocent copy of Disney's Robin Hood, but its darker nature was quickly revealed. Let's hope that the toddlers don't make that their first conscious memory. D: |
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| I refuse to lose |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|04:59 pm] |
the fight against Facebook. Even though that means that I won't see any photos from Halloween. I mean, I still haven't seen any from the New Orleans trip. But I remain vigilant.
Halloween was much better than last year, as I wasn't sweating my ass off in a half-ass Kid Vid costume in an overcrowded pub crawl. Friday was a party in Conroe. Saturday was bar-hopping/dancing at the Continental/smoking a blunt downtown/seeing old faces on the NW side/winding down at Dan's apartment.
My costume was pretty awesome and the highlight of my night was having Brooklyn's mom wave a gun at me and threaten to pop a cap in my ass. |
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| TO THE 90's! |
[Oct. 28th, 2009|02:55 pm] |
So I was bored last night and found a random photo album full of memories from the 90's, when I was a bowl-cut-having, animal-art-shirt-wearing, possibly-insane video game junkie kid. Some of these are kind of horrifying to look at, so I'll be kind for once and put them under a cut. (Because 99% of the time, I don't believe in cuts)
( Let's see if you shit enough bricks to make a chimenea. ) |
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| Cute guy in Spanish |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|02:43 pm] |
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So there's this cute guy in Spanish that is causing my (usually non-functioning) gaydar to bleep uncontrollably. The funny part is, he's ultra-Christian/closeted. So much, in fact, that he wore a Joel Osteen t-shirt to class today. Ohohohohoho, that's some grade A ambivalence right there. |
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| How did I? I don't even |
[Oct. 22nd, 2009|03:01 am] |
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I somehow cut the crap out of my leg. Two nice, 8-inch long cuts running down my left calf. |
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[Oct. 18th, 2009|11:16 pm] |
Remember that millipede I was talking about? Well after hitting a blockade (they're apparently illegal) we found a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy that bred them. There's a loophole where you can buy them from breeders, but you can't buy them imported.
So here he/she (I'm still having trouble identifying the sex organ) is.
Doshin the Giant. :3
In other news, I made an awesome Halloween costume by modifying a hoodie into an octopus. I should probably get a picture of that too. |
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| I WANT A |
[Oct. 15th, 2009|09:33 am] |
RABBIT RABBIT RABBIT
They have dance parties you know.
My visit to the Third Ward yesterday was delightful, though I'm growing concerned for a friend whose life is becoming more and more enveloped in gang violence. Not directly, indirectly. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2009|06:52 am] |
I don't know why, but I really love riding my bicycle over bridges. Even small ones that span across small gullies. I delight to imagine invisible creatures traveling along the breeze, whipping past my face as they are carried away on their own adventure.
There's this massive development that sprung up near my parents' house, designed to mimic some Italian villa and stuffed full of cookie-cutter yuppie establishments. I ride my bike in circles around the shopping mall, watching the Bourgeoisie file in and out of their organic, earth-friendly, "GOING GREEN! RAH RAH RAH!" pizza kitchen. It's apparent that I'm trying to reform my surrounding area in my own image of paradise and for once it's budging. Except it's a twisted parody of my vision. Oh lordie... |
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| Damn |
[Oct. 8th, 2009|06:06 am] |
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I really want to go back to Amsterdam. But this time I want to have money so I don't end up homeless. |
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| Feeling like a tooootal faaaaaaggot |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|05:16 pm] |
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Since I don't have class until 6 p.m., I decided to try and have a movie day. For some reason I had a craving for a good monster movie but seeing as how it was taking forever to download Godzilla v.s. Gigan and/or Cloverfield, I decided to channel surf for something to sate my movie hunger. Somehow I went from an episode of Tales from the Crypt to Boys on the Side. That was followed by the episode of Golden Girls where Rose has a birthday party for herself in St. Olaf and THAT was followed by the series finale of Six Feet Under. Now there's snot-filled Kleenex everywhere. I feel totally emasculated, lol.
P.S. For good measure.
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| *grabs a can opener* |
[Oct. 1st, 2009|04:04 am] |
There was something that I was supposed to do on Friday but I can't quite remember what it was. |
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| Sup?date. |
[Sep. 25th, 2009|04:56 am] |
I've been punching all my exams. In the face. With my penis. :3
Also, I had a rather amusing visit to Last Concert cafe. Mr. Grounds forgot his wallet and so we all sat at a bench anxiously awaiting his return so we could light up. Meanwhile, an obese look-a-like of Gary Busey was being as creepy as possible as he asked two girls out for tacos, within earshot. I wanted to jump up and scream "RUN GUUUURRRRRL, RUN!" but it would have been drowned out by a million people banging on bongo drums. |
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| Alkeyhaul |
[Sep. 21st, 2009|05:15 am] |
Visiting my brother in College Station now means two things: an outrageous bro factor, and senseless inebriation. Also, alcohol and balconies should not be combined, as I'm prone to yelling down at people playing volleyball. I repeatedly would scream at this one player (that I affectionately dubbed "Sideburns") that he was a golden child and I would bet mountains of money on him. My slurred praise eventually led way to him creating his own little square in the sand where he would become territorial and wrestle his own teammates to the ground if they crossed into it.
I am now known throughout his complex as "Frying Pan" and I tore my shirt on a snag while doing an interpretive dance to a Reba McEntire song. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|04:19 am] |
Meet me in the club
it's goin' down. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2009|03:14 pm] |
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Do I have a sign on my back that says "Ban me"? |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|07:19 pm] |
So this guy sitting next to me in Spanish wrote his contact information on a sheet of paper, just to have someone else in class to contact for emergencies. I didn't want to seem like I wasn't going to reciprocate, so I started writing my information down on another sheet of paper. I was hoping that I could tear the paper quietly, but unfortunately it made a loud obnoxious RIIIIIIIP in the middle of the professor's lecture. She gave me a death glare.
Also, there's this braggity kid named Gabriel who talks about how he only drinks Jones soda because they're stocked in all of the delis in NYC. He also never stops talking about a million other things. |
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