Tuesday, January 26, 2010

ITSTHEDELTWAY

https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=7bc905d8a6&view=att&th=1244fa582a696013&attid=0.1&disp=inline&realattid=f_g0r448cc0&zw

the classy way

Catallus 16

Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est;
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possunt,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis
qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.
Vos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

so very elegant... =D

Sunday, January 24, 2010

836 days....(and counting?)

500 days of summer has officially breached my top 5 favorite movies of all time.

1. forrest gump
2. 300
3. The godfather, Part II
4. 500 days of summer
5. Avatar

i feel like this movie can be enjoyed (loved) by anyone that can acknowledge the opposite sex in a post-pubescent manner. i cite my own experience as proof. sue me if you don't agree

thus far, i've seen it twice:
1. with abriella. we were happy. beautiful relationship. still in love. i thought the movie was awesome
2. with chas (no homo). broken up with abriella. very depressed. relationship in tatters. i still thought the movie was awesome.

that's a pretty astounding feat to accomplish, as far as a movie's goals are concerned. two completely different men, versions 1) and 2), both loved the movie.

the first time around, an "in love" person identifies with the happy times because, well, he's happy. he can even sympathize for the unhappy times in a "shit, i hope that doesn't happen to us" kinda way. all the assurance he needs is a 90 degree turn to the left and the lips waiting for him there. "good, now that that's settled, let's watch the movie some more."

the second time around, a "completely miserable, distraught" person identifies with the sad times because, well, he just got dumped. he sees Tom's pain. recognizes it as his own. they share a solid 210 days of misery (i think) before the movie ends. He even identifies with the happy parts of the movie because he was there at one point, too. but all he thinks during those joyous times is "haha, enjoy it while it lasts. she's just gonna dump your ass and take a giant theoretical shit on your face. then you'll feel like me"

regardless: awesome movie

Notorious

BIGGIE smalls. what a guy!

so i was watching Notorious with chas the other day. sure it was edgy and controversial and all that shit. but that wasn't the best part.

undoubtedly, the most amazing part of that movie was his level of GAME. damn, that dude could chop it up. big, black, and such a sweet talker.

i guess that's why he was "one of the greatest"

Saturday, January 23, 2010

You can say

that you don't miss me

I think about you everyday.

Waiting for you to call <3 (soon)

Friday, January 22, 2010

Thanks Matt

The world keeps turning, so you better get off your ass before you miss a great opportunity.

<3 roommate

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Without you

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play,
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly,
Without you, the earth turns and the sun burns,
but I'd die, without you.

totally not my own, but its a nice poem

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

GAGAGAGAGAGAGA

emo shit is pissing me off. -_-

i have a joke

man walks into a bar...
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........................................................ouch!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

universal depression

over the past few days, i've posted lots of emo/depressing shit to my statuses on facebook/twitter (they're linked, don't call me a weirdo). these posts have been commented on and "like"d by so many people.

Inquiry: why do people like/identify with misery so much better than they do with comedy or joy?

over the course of my very short and inconsequential time on this earth, i've said some pretty funny shit. i've told some funny ass stories. i've made thousands of people laugh (okay, maybe not thousands, but definitely high numbers). but very few of them actually have a connection to the funny, happy stuff i have to say. they laugh. it's a good time; then it's forgotten.

why is joy so fleeting, yes misery so everlasting?

i like to think i've led a happy life. scratch that. i have led a happy life. but when i'm feeling shitty and emotional (like the past week) everyone "likes" that. everyone can relate to some similar experience, despite magnitude or exact situation. and everyone is so willing to join you in misery.

everyone is so sad, deep down. deep underneath that facade they show the world. everyone is miserable.

damn that's a shitty conclusion... didn't wanna arrive at that one =/

The good old days =]


Yogurt

Charles [Shrek 51] | MySpace Video

I know you.

I know you.
All about you.
I know you are in pain,
I know you're as miserable as me.
You talk a whole lot of shit on the internet,
Hidden behind your smiley faces and innuendos,
Pretending you don't feel what I know you do.
I know the reason you write all these things,
You know I can't survive without you,
You know I will see them,
You know they hurt.
You're fucked up.
I know you.
I know you,
Everything about you,
I know your every thought,
I have kissed your every dimple,
I've witnessed your every imperfection.
When will you learn, silly little girl?
It has been far, far too long.
You can't fool me.
I know you.
I know you.
When you wake up,
I'm the first thought on your mind.
I know when you are trying to fall asleep,
you can't because you're thinking about me, us.
I know you're sleeping with the blanket I gave you.
I know that you check your phone really often, hoping to see
something from me even though you know you're not gonna respond.
I know you want things to be better and everything to go back,
but your pride is in the way and you have to save face.
I know you simply can't function right without me.
You know how to make everything better.
All you have to do is call me, and talk.
I know you because I know me,
I know you love me because
I LOVE YOU

LOVE

stare at this photograph. if necessary, google the photographer to find a version with more pixels. then stare at this picture for awhile.
look how much love is in each fiber of their being.
their torsos in contact from breast to pelvis. their arms grasping each other, so as to never ever let go.
the one on the right does seem a little more into it: her shoulders shrugging because the others' lips are raising every hair lining her spine.
the left shows her feelings on her brow. she appears to be awed by the experience. "this beautiful woman has so much passion for me." her arm cradling the right, making sure she's always close.
examine the contact point. their lips touching ever so softly, yet with so much force. the right lightly biting the left's bottom lip. the left's head tilted ever so slightly from the sensation of that tender nibbling.
their eyes closed, basking in each others' auras: knowing that in each others' hearts the only place they want to be, is right where they are.

that's love. no matter how long it lasts, no matter how short. that feeling. that body language.
that kiss.
it's love. (at least in my opinion)
http://www.excitemegastore.com/interspire/product_images/s/kiss_by_tanya_chalkin__10009.jpg
btw, this poster is hanging in my room,
if only to remind me what i'm looking for.

Monday, January 18, 2010

I feel pretty, and witty, and brightt!!!!

everyone complains about how they have girl problems. "this bitch did this...", "this bitch did that..." they say men and women can't understand each other

(i don't know who they is, probably completely unreliable, so maybe this entire post is null and void, but let's explore)

dudes rarely fight with each other. girls fight with each other all the time. all those emotions and hormones and backstabbing (ala Mean Girls LOL)

anyway, the topic came up in casual conversation: do people in homosexual relationships have as many problems as people in heterosexual ones? i have no idea. i'm not into dudes. i'll do some research.

Food for thought: gay means happy

I got 99 problems, and they all bitches (fine young women)

http://www.anvari.org/db/fun/Gender/Proof_that_Girls_are_Evil.jpg

To Die by Your Side

is such a heavenly way to die.

Further reinforcing the words of Voltaire:

That which is too stupid to be said, is sung.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

WOW

Whatcha Say
Whiskey Lullaby
Three Cheers for Five Years
If I Were a Boy
Miserable at Best
I can Feel a Hot One
Dont Forget
Bittersweet Poetry
Everything we Had
My Life Would Suck Without You
Hallelujiah

it keeps you sane

BELIEVE

The best part is the lie

drunken rantings

so if i make any grammatcal errors in this post, don't throw a fit. not that anyone reads this stupid shit. i mean, who am i to think i'm important enough fgor other people to care about how i feel?

well i'm drunk, so i';ma go play some videogames and not bother you with retarded misery.

i'm sorry

i love you

goodnight

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Attachment

What causes it? why does it seem so hard to create it, yet so easy to break it?

I was sitting on the subway. Saw two friends sitting, talking and laughing with each other. the rest of the car was completely silent. utterly absorbed in their books, music, and staring at the wall. i was amongst the silents. Obviously these two were having an awesome time, if only because they knew each other. If i knew someone else on this subway, i'd be having a great time talking to them, too. there are so many people in the world, you only know a handful of them. why can you only have fun with your "friends"?

took out the headphones.
nut up or shut up
"Hi, that book looks interesting."
"It really isn't, I'm just so bored. That music sounds interesting."
"It really isn't."
hahahahaha
"Hi i'm Charles."
"I'm Audrina, nice to meet you."

And we had a pleasant single serving friendship for the rest of the ride from the airport. I'll probably never see her again, but it was fun while it lasted.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Elaborating on my previous post...

When the truth came out, the roof caved in on my mansion of happiness.

Damn the truth...

P.S. I'm not suggesting that i'm some kind of perpetual liar. only that sometimes, lies save lives

The Truth

In a twist of ironic fate, last night i was tasked with being the main bouncer at our future parties. They said it was because of my ability to be brutally honest and a huge asshole. They're right. i'm talented. it was a big joke. funny funny. ha. ha. Someone said i should be nicknamed "The Truth," on par with THE SITUATION from the show Jersey Shore.

catch phrase: "the truth hurts *PUNCH*" ha. haha. hahaha.

the truth does hurt. the truth is unkind and cruel. why is everyone so obsessed with telling the truth? all it creates is scandal and the loss of valuable relationships.

or perhaps we could go another direction with this line of thinking. perhaps people should just accept the truth and not think it wrong. mental reconditioning? e.g. the president getting a blowjob from his intern. what's the big deal? he runs the country, he should get blowjobs whenever he wants! why is that so fundamentally wrong? because the Church said so? fuck that shit. Religion was built on lies, too.

regardless, judging from my analysis of the world around me, it seems the best situations are ones borne of and perpetuated with lies.

everyone is happy with a lie, as long as they don't know the truth...

She said everything would be fine if I told her the truth. Everything isn't fine. Damn the truth.

Hmmm... Watcha Say?

I was so wrong for so long
Only tryna please myself
Girl, I was caught up in her lust
When I don't really want no one else
I know I should've treated you better
But me and you were meant to last forever

So let me in give me another chance
To really be your man
Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
But when I become a star we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you

New Life

The idea never occurred to me. A life without her. It just doesn't seem real, but I guess when you're a selfish lowlife like myself, you never get what you want. I love her, but I fucked up. Can't really blame her. She's perfect. Despite all my flaws and problems. Despite my negligence and distance, she lovED me. where else was i supposed to get something like that? That kind of attachment? That kind of trust? She trusted me. I didn't care. My selfish ways can't comprehend others' needs. What am i supposed to do? I'm drowning without her. I can't fix anything from 3000 miles away, not to say that it can be fixed. Can a totalled car be repaired? yes, but at what cost?

Definition: totalled car - the car is so badly damaged that the cost to repair the vehicle is greater than the cost of the vehicle itself

I'm willing to pay the price, perhaps time in this case, is she?

So this post is called New Life. What life? I'm sitting in my dorm room getting my ass kicked at Modern Warfare 2, playing some depressing ass break up music, and zoning off to think about her whenever my fingers stop moving for 2 seconds. Some life. Time to do what every depressed, misunderstood person does: find the bottom of several bottles of various hard liqours. Shit.

Whiskey Lullaby. Good song. La la lalalala la. "I'll love her til I die" Shit that's a depressing line.

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Now playing: Brad Paisley - Whiskey Lullaby Feat. Alison Krauss
via FoxyTunes