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Sunday, October 05, 2008

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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...