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[Dec. 30th, 2004|11:12 am] |
My cousins and friends are the only thing that kept me sane this break...
so how was your holidays? |
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| If you dont understand, your thinking too hard. |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|11:38 pm] |
BMW 3 series: $29,999.00
Napoleon Dynamite DVD: $18.49
Shaun of the Dead: $19.99
$10 dollar Tuesday at mountasia for 1 hour: $10.00
3 taco Tuesday at dell taco: $0.99
full tank of gas: $26.46
Spending time with my friends in Saugus: Priceless |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 1st, 2004|06:38 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  CRUNKED! | ] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE V!
Now who would like to volunteer to be my gift to ed! the qualifications are:
+Female (but if gay male then ok)
+Preferable mexican but any other race will do (Chris Guizar this means you!)
+Must be hot (hot meaning = sumthing along the lines of the girl above)
+Must be willing to do what ever ed says (ANYTHING!)
The benefits are:
+will be able to go home with ed
+Will see mother
+can do anything to mother
+Mother Mother MOTHER...EDDIE'S MOTHER! |
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| LARGE UNITS |
[Oct. 29th, 2004|10:06 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  tiz a bit nippy in da nipple.. | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | She Fuckin' hates me- puddle of mudd | ] |
so we have pat mclean and his robyn suit...christina and her Micheal Jackson outfit...patrick and his Karate suit...anna and her pornstar librarian thingy...michelle and her sailor moon...megan and her police man clothes...edward and his el caliente...eric and his girl uniform...ben and his tailgating out fit...and every1 else in our group just wearing free dress for the hell of it...hmmmm FUN!
*the epitamy of all puddle hunting fun....HAS BEEN CLAIMED!
prepare...TABLE CHRONICS have come back...!
san fran here i come... |
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| ONE SEXY MANS BDAY TODAY |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|07:42 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| | gloomy | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | Incubus-Drive | ] |
THAT SEXY MAN IS GAVIN...HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY
SEXY MAN + SEXY WOMAN= ONE NICE BIRTHDAY PARTY! |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 15th, 2004|11:32 pm] |
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AT THIS MOMENT ANNA MINERVA TRINIDAD FINALLY CONQUERED HER GREATEST CHALLENGE EVER... |
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| Sumtimes u just gotta kiss the girl and other times u gotta fight for her |
[Oct. 14th, 2004|10:22 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| | crappy | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | disney disney disney | ] |
JUST KISS THE GIRL
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
My oh my
Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl
Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha la la la la
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
You wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl
GIRL WORTH FIGHTING FOR
For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thund'ring herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for
Huh?
That's what I said:
A girl worth fighting for
I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars
My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars
I couldn't care less what she'll wear or what she looks like
It all depends on what she cooks like: Beef, pork, chicken ...
Mmmh ...
Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer
And I'll bet the ladies love a man in armor
You can guess what we have missed the most
since we went off to war
What do we want?
A girl worth fighting for
My girl will think I have no faults
That I'm a major find
How 'bout a girl who's got a brain
Who always speaks her mind?
Nah!
My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her
He thinks he's such a lady-killer
I've a girl back home who's unlike any other
Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother
But when we come home in victory they'll line up at the door
What do we want?
A girl worth fighting for
Wish that I had
A girl worth fighting for
A girl worth fighting - |
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| DODGE BALL...warfare or a game? |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|10:15 am] |
the intensity of the field is just so exciting...i look around to see what has become of my team...christina is still here pat is too danny dodging balls and val bearly missing a head shot...itz all quiet...then out of the blue danny attacks....he aims for coach with such accuracy but misses...coach falls...christina comes out of no where and attacks the helpless coach thus making him out...and then there were 5...danny gets nailed in the groin....pat dodges the first ball but gets stunned by the second...val tries to hit bre but she gets hit by coach from behind...itz all left to me and christina...i dodge the first ball christina keeps up wit me...we are getting hit from both sides...i yell CHRISTINA GET DOWN...there is a silence....i m alone...with no ball to protect me...all i rememeber is the colors blue yellow and green hit my head and orange and red go for my groin...the mayhem is over...we were defeated...yet we continue for another round of GRUESOME CARNAGE CALLED DODGE BALL...
I LOVE LIFETIME FITNESS! |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 5th, 2004|04:44 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  ghandi! | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | Aladin-A whole new world | ] |
women drivers scare me... |
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| BAD couple of days... |
[Sep. 20th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| | broken | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | the crunch of my fone as my heart burst into tears | ] |
ive lost alot these last few days...and i m still pissed that i did...
-lost my glasses...
-fone got crushed by cars today....
-lost my locker combo...
=lost my dignity...but i lost that in 8th grade...
so yea god smites me yet again... |
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIFFANY! |
[Sep. 18th, 2004|12:18 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | dashboard confessional-Vindicated | ] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIFFANY!
"Ignorance is bliss..."
"Knowledge is pain..."
"Happiness is an illusion based on denial..."
-Mr Beckman
i swear each class i have with mr beckman gets better as it goes by...hes taught me more about life than any1 else has... |
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| 9/11 |
[Sep. 11th, 2004|11:33 am] |
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this is for u jeff... |
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| women are so interesting |
[Sep. 2nd, 2004|04:05 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | magical trevor | ] |
i learned alot about women today...
"women are evil..."
-beckman |
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| shit schools tomorrow |
[Aug. 29th, 2004|10:45 am] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | Eagles-hotel california | ] |
i wont forget this summer...thanx to guizar pat james anna melissa tiffany michelle lindsey abby megan kevin gavin...itz been fun and we must do it again...
PAST EVENTS
cosmic bowling
harry potter
laser tag
crepes (wheres our cheese cake)
anna's house
guizarz house
AvP
Beach trips
Islands
BJs
YEARBOOK!
mountasia
sex talks
cold stones
frosh orientation
pat's house
Winnetka
intial D
La cocina
Maverick Beach!
Canyon Country
karoke night in my car
LATE NIGHT AIM
peter pan and wendy
watching the bends and prima dona
sleeping in
SUPER SMASH BROS!!!
street fighter
playing darts! |
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| the product |
[Aug. 28th, 2004|04:20 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  high | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | the blues | ] |
i dont care what you think
about the way i write
i die on the page
every time. what
do you know
about push-ups?
true love?
pressure?
at night i lie
in my queen-size
bed alone. dreaming
about ignoble
things. i am not
fancy. i am not special
i am better than you
i am alone. i am the
product. |
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| MY NEW IDOL IS BEAU SIA! |
[Aug. 14th, 2004|07:21 pm] |
| [ | I am feeling |
| |  creative | ] |
| [ | Eargasm |
| | no sounds - but the motion | ] |
I think love is the most beautiful thing
in the world,
and I don't give a fuck,
because I have no original ideas.
I'm a pathetic man
whose goal is to read poetry
in order
to get women
to fall in love with him,
and you'd think I was reprimanding myself
and revealing my horrible dark side
by saying that,
but I was really saying
"women who hear this, fall in love with me, or else,"
because that's what it comes down to --
an ultimatum,
life or death,
and sure, maybe I'm being extreme,
but you walk around and tell me
that things aren't extreme,
jesus,
I've seen a man jack off to a gap window display,
so don't tell me that love isn't important.
and maybe you didn't get that series of lines,
that's OK,
most of them are subtext
designed to impress people
who know too much about art,
all you need to listen to is
the 12 percent
which contain words like "fuck,"
and "ass,"
and "ride my dongstick, you naughty schoolgirl."
because in a poem about love
we all need to know the relevant things,
because we're all looking for the complete definition of love,
if only we could open our encyclopedia brittanicas
and look up love and know,
but love isn't that easy.
they say cupid loved my so called life
and when the show was cancelled
cupid cried and cried and cried and
decided that he was going to fuck up
all of humanity,
and this is why china has a trouble with its birthrate
and arkansas rhymes with date rape
and iraq is iraq,
and the fat lipo-sucked out of california
could be
its own island.
but this isn't a poem about geography,
this is a poem about love,
the bane of my existence,
the reason why I hate valentine's day
and halloween,
which is about ghosts
and I think you know where I'm going here.
I'm going to the land of girlfriends of halloweens past,
and maybe I've only got three ghosts in this land,
but this doesn't mean that they don't bring their friends,
who are the ghosts of girls who have rejected me,
because girls rarely travel alone in this land
. lydia is from this land.
I used to kiss her
while listening to
the cure's "just like heaven,"
now I don't see her anymore,
so that song makes me sad,
why must we associate music with
our love lives?
I'm not trying to be profound here,
I'm just saying that music really takes me
back, way back,
and I can't explain the memory process involved in that,
because I am not a psychology major,
and maybe
my problem with picking up women
has to do with me always asking,
"what's your major?"
but that only makes me as cheesy
as 90 percent of guys
looking for women,
and 86 percent of them have women,
so what's the deal here?
maybe I shouldn't think of women in terms
of picking them up,
and maybe I should open up my sensitive side,
but really,
the sensitive side sucks.
I've been there.
you can only imagine the kinds of sweaters
they make you wear.
it's not fair,
love is not fair,
and war is not fair,
and I don't care what anyone has to say about
any of that,
I feel unloved,
I'm sorry I need people
to tell me I'm cool,
I'm just that way.
aren't you?
am I the only one?
I know that I can't be that
misunderstood.
but you don't want to
understand me!
you just want to hear the part
where I talk about my small dick again,
because the asian man will always be plagued
by this rumor
until he is brave enough to fling it out
and say,
"HA! WE ARE GIGANTIC!"
this is not the direction
I wanted to take
this poem.
honestly, I just want to be in the arms
of my true love, in a house, in a room,
in a wonderful, perfect world with our
two children,
a boy and a girl,
helga and lamar,
but maybe I shouldn't have said this,
woody allen taught us
that marriage is a death trap.
I'm almost as old as his girlfriend.
she could be the long lost sister
I've been looking for,
maybe my mother gave her away
when we lived in china,
wait, I never lived in china.
I think I've begun lying in this poem.
I was hoping to talk about love
for 3.4 minutes
and then
come to a conclusion,
somehow defining love
within the poem,
but
I don't have any answers
and I'm looking for help from anyone,
because love has got me fucked up
and dying,
because I feel retarded without anyone to hold me,
and maybe that's sentimental,
but what's wrong with sentimental?
I just need love --
to self: fuck you, I'm OK!
you see, I can't even decide what I need
much less understand what I'm saying.
you see, all I'm saying
is
someone love me.
-Beau Sia
his poetry is awesum |
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