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Sunday, October 05, 2008
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Dear Eric and Penney,
I'm watching the full vice presidential on YouTube right now. So I decided as I watch Palin get her reputation run through the mud, to update you two because its been a while since I've talked to you guys and I think you are the only two that actually read this. If there is anyone else who does, I am sorry and too bad. this one is for them.
1. I some how found the money to get back into Long Beach but I do owe people money. A lot of people, a lot of money.
2. I'm doing well in my classes so far. Actually i got my first A+ in my college career. It was an essay exam for Classic 300i: Pagan Cultures. My professor said he did not care what format we wrote out essay in, but the content. He even said we could do it in poem. So I did it poem. Although I did prepare somewhat, at least half of this was written up on the spot. First, I had to define Tragedy or Comedy. Second, pick a character and talk about it.
(I'm putting this up for Penney because I know Eric this is just some Dr. Seuss shit)
Tragedy. It is the downfall, death and demise of a character
An un-doing, un-becoming, un-being of a character
It's defining characteristics are changes
from defining to undefining
then undefining to redefining
and all actions taken to do so, are undermining
undermining?
Yes, it does undermine (undermind)
The character is hollowed out
with it's core exposed to a crowd now apprised,
humiliated by an audience unseen
the character meets with it's demise
and all of this is due to the character's prideful guise
believing it is above all and truly wise
and its because it wears a crown heavy with lies
so heavy, the crown slips and covers it's (mind's) eyes
but the character is to proud to take any advice
so as the story continues the character dies
Tragedy is also synonymous with grief
and grief is penthos
and penthos of PENTHEUS
For Pentheus to be a Tragic character,
it is the divine command to meet such a fate
He did not heed the warnings because it made him irate
Though grandfather and old man insisted, he would not relate
The god's seat of Divination he would sooner desecrate
He accused the women of running away to procreate
and would deliberate DIONYSUS' divinity in diagonal debate
Looking down on the god, as if he were a mere man
Accusing him of fraud, tall he would stand
But unknown to him, he was standing on land
that which the god life
for without him, would man no nothing but strife
but Pentheus did not care for he thought he was right
The god unfazed decided to play games
He shook the king's house and raised divine flames
but then he sets eyes on the king's pride maim
Pentheus would set out to investigate the Bacchae in disguise
although a messenger gave accounts and warnings,
he tossed them aside as lies.
So he follows the god-bull and hides
on top a fir tree and then spies
but the god disappears and his voice fills the skies
Silence, then cries of crazed Bacchae
Stone, javelins and missiles flies
until Pentheus fell into the arms of family and dies
NOTES:
I- There were direct quotations in between lines but I took them out because it just didn't sound well
II- I GOT 100%!!!!
3.I tried out for the Slam Team at Long Beach. (spoken word/poetry team) two Thursdays ago. I won't know if I'm in until after the 8th.
4. Eric already know this one. So I'm going to be the Assistant Coach for St. Philomena's Church Ministry/Confirmation Basketball team. Guess who's Coach. Carla! I just want to point something out, St. Philomena is in Carson, we be coaching Hispanic, Filipino, Samoan, and Nigerian teenagers, and did I mention it was in Carson? They are sooooooooo going to shoot me. At the very least, beat for taking orders from some random girl.
5. I've been hanging out with the girl I like some more. Its kinda cute. This part I would rather speak about in person
And with that, that is all I can think about that is worth updating.
Hearts and Headshots,
Limbago
Sunday, July 06, 2008
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2.58064516129032258
The percentage of girls who I have met and, to my knowledge, have liked me for at least a moment in their lives. This is only a rough estimation though.
I don’t know why I calculated this. I only remember that somewhere in between drinking with friends and talking to RANDOM people I came to ask myself, "If my life was broken down to stats and percentages, what would be my "Girls-That-Liked-Me" Stat?" So out of the one hundred and fifty five-ish girls I could only think of four girls that liked me.
Two of these girls, HALF of the girls that liked me, have severed nearly all ties with me or I them.
In the former case, it’s because she is thousands of miles away on the Eurasian continent. You might wonder, "That’s pretty ambiguous." And to that I respond, "YOURE FUCKING WRONG! It’s not ambiguous. For it to be ambiguous, you must be able to interpret "thousands of miles away on the Eurasian continent" in more than one way and I believe there is only one way to interpret that. I don’t care where she is." (That was me trying to be funny FYI) she kind of broke my heart = me not caring anymore.
In the latter case, it’s the complete opposite. I wish she WAS thousands of miles away on another continent but unfortunately for me she is right around the corner. It’s just awkward whenever I see her, if ever. But the thing that gets me is that she still has some of my shit. Meaning I HAVE to see her again.
The other half are still really good friends of mine and I will leave it at that for fear if I continue I may talk shit where shit is not due regardless of how good they are to me. But now I have digressed from the reason why I bring this low percent to light.
After calculating this ridiculously low percentage, I shared my new found kernel of knowledge with friends. At first they said, "What the FUCK? Why would you do that?" but then they would ask themselves, "Shit I wonder what mine is?" So we would calculate it and after calculating it with a few friends, I found trends:
cool kids usually get somewhere between 14%-11%
self-proclaimed/actual badasses, somewhere between 9%-7&
nice guy/nice gals, usually below 5%
These, of course, are in no way solid evidence that the opposite sex likes cool kids more than badasses or nice guys less than cool kids. The number of members of the opposite sex you have met does make a big difference. But really, they're just averages I made up. I just thought that it was interesting almost no matter what, the percentage of the opposite sex that you knowingly liked you out of how many you actually met is low. My conclusion, everyone is not that like-able.
Actually, that isn’t my conclusion. I just pulled that out of my ass right now because it would feel wrong not to have one at the end of my pointless discussion. When I do figure out a conclusion though, I’ll post it.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
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i have been geekin out lately.
a lot actually.
this is dedicated to the geek hiding in my facade of manliness.
[enter sarcasm here]
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Ode to Good Anime Series
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Good anime series are slowly saving my life,
mending my broken heart,
and lifting my spirits
(or at least I think so).
Cliches such as following one's own heart,
following one's conviction,
and the ability to act with resolve
will actually achieve something
although through many trials and tribulations
(what the FUCK does tribulation mean?
for now I can only assume, for I am too lazy
to pull out my dictionary)
has given me hope to face
the intricate plot of life,
reminding me that life is chalk full of shit
but it all works out in the end
(or doesn't depending on how you look at it);
and that crazy colorful character archetypes
may stick with the plot
for a sizable portion of the story
or just makes their appearance
for an episode or two
but either way the impact they left on the main character
can influence the plot immensely;
and in the series finally
the main character is always different
than how she/he was in the series premier
because if she/he wasn't then
it wouldn't have been a good anime series.
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Monday, February 11, 2008
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this is one of those poems i write sometimes. it was inspired by a poet FUNKTABULOUS and an inside joke with a friend of mine
Ms. Medusa
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dont ever believe anyone who hates
those who say you are ugly, stupid, shallow
or any other negative connotation
because, if anything, they've just been
given the wrong information
haters dont even know how you look like
unable to set their eyes upon your
beautiful sight your
incredible might, or
your will to fight, live, survive
cause you are like ms medusa
see, when men gaze intently into your eyes
they slow down and get stuck
speechless and motionless like stone constructs
constructed with clashing ideas like
damn this chick is fine gotta make her mine or
why is she with him she must like guys who slim or
is she lookin at me oh my god i think shes lookin at me or
will you marry me
its ideas like these that get men stuck on you for no apparent reason
no matter the day, week, month or season
and any man who denies this should be charged for high treason
cause to do so would go against our intuition
that instinct to find that perfect lady to help our mission
in life, copulate, populate and love
but too bad the chances of initiating romances
with the perfect lady
using casual advances
are slim to none
but they say that youre the only one
from new york to japan
no wonder they say ms medusa is hated by every man
cause as heroes, jocks and geeks
try to step up theyre struck down
and things begin to look bleak
as there few men left in town
all of them already weak
and your legend more renowned than ever
then word got out that your head they must sever
but as few tried all failed in this endeavor
cause ms medusa you just way too clever
somehow you got us confused when you speak
all we hear are the hisses and rattles of snakes
but you are in the possession of no snakes
now i realized, thats just the sound of how hot you are, sizzling
and that rattle
well its just your split ends caught in the breeze but
still the combination of sounds overwhelm with ease and
brings us to the brink of insanity
all of which adds to your vanity
as the fallen curse your name in profanity
you bellow and laugh at their humanity cause
with those eyes you see into the depths of the soul
allowing access to hearts of which you then take control
becoming one with their hearts
then leaving so theyd never be whole
and before they know it the second most important organ
is what you just stole
the first being the mind but you already messed with it
crossed every line easily makin a trek of it
at first just checkin it
but ended up breakin it
leaving men in an endless state of fear forever unwilling to commit
but in your defense i will admit
that its not entirely your bad
that you laid ruin to the lives of everyman you had
that you broke every heart you ever held in your hands
its just that they didnt meet up to your daunting demands
then defeated leave beaten battered and bruised
to travel home to families to spread the legend of you
but legend is fiction and fiction's untrue
and in fact it was all just an elaborate ruse
so that for ages men would believe you are ugly, stupid, shallow
or some other negative connotation
its just that they dont know that your powerful manifestation
is what nutured generations
inspired imaginations
ended discriminations
drives anticipation
sparks infatuation
the genesis of creation
they dont know that the source of your ability to turn men to stone
is love
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dig it
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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I'm bringing Xanga back - drop a comment if you're with me!
haha if youre wondering why has it been three years since my last whatever, that would be because whenever i would log in my browser would freeze and close down all on its own. it wasnt until like right now they finally fixed it. haha. i just might start this thing up again. maybe...
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