Tabese's Xanga

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Sun, 06 Nov 2005 16:23:20 GMT

So I found this neat song and it goes a little somethin' like...

If time is my vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
The flying, the metal, the turning above
These are just ways to be seen
We all get paid
though some get faith before they die
But the stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes

How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon

Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right, baby
May our bodies remain

There is love to be made
So just stay here for this while
Perhaps heart strings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life

How many days will it take to land
How many ways to reach abandon
oh abandon

So swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As weak we move, I'll feed you light, baby
May our bodies remain
Oh yeah in history, I'll treat you right, baby
I'm honest that way, hey
Swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
-Interpol

Song lyrics on Xanga's are terribly tacky.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 21:23:14 GMT

So Ben has a xanga. neat.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Tue, 23 Aug 2005 00:35:22 GMT

So i just found out about this thing called a Xanga... i guess you are supposed to write in it about like... how you feel bad about your boyfriend or girlfriend dumping you for a poorly dressed handball player who is a level 32 on Halo, or about how they are depressed about not having a chance with the girl they've liked since December 4, 2001. It all sounds a little shifty to me but yah know how that is. So i guess i dont like Comedy Central's "Too Late With Adam Corrolla". I'm pumped to learn things i wont ever use in 8 days. I stumbled across a happenin' band called "Little Brother". They are neat. This entry has no substance. I put another cool song on. I'm also not gay. I like white shoe laces. I like to see a Sea Lion feeding his young. I guess Ohio is for lovers? Logan has gay away messages.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Sun, 14 Aug 2005 18:32:42 GMT

ASAP ASAP!

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 00:58:09 GMT

Yo i put on a tight jam to satisfy your need for tight jams. This song was my favorite song in kindergarten... i'd strut into school with my mickey mouse back pack.. feelin' fresh... i was all like.. return of the mack! and if someone interupted me when i was singin i'd be like... yo i wanna challenge you do a dance off or a freestyle biznatch... i was a rough kid man. I wouldnt share my building blocks or Star Wars toys with no one but my main dawg Sica. One time this kid named brandon barger punched Sica in the stomach and i walked up to him and punched him in the face. During lunch i'd hold syphers in the the corner with some of my homies. We'd spit till some wack hater would bust our grills. I grew out of my gangsta fase at like.. 10. I couldnt wait till we played Harrisburg so i could spit wit my colored brothers. One time i layed down this lyric like.. Ya'll suckaz be hatin me cuz im 8, but wait, ill be packin a heater under my big wheeler twice my weight, ill be droppin lyrical M80's that will blow up your house and your 2 mercedes, you can catch me in your bedroom makin out witcha old lady cuz i be hittin the 3's like Tracy McGrady, all day every day thats my phrase, ill be beatin your face with a mace till your brains show through your face, i'm mentally ill but there isnt a pill for what i got, so gimme a lead bullet and ill cock, pull it,and shoot it, im a verbal nightmare so ya'll steer clear i've got a fifth of beer in me, ill bust shots to the double glock, look at my watch and bust more, and thats for sure cuz ive got 2 more on the floor of my Ford contour, so ya'll stop talkin smack on my crew cuz your mom's duct taped in the trunk and i know where to find you. It went somethin like that i think...Those were the days...

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 12:33:48 GMT

I found this sweet popup called "Peg the Dork"... The object of the popup is to blast a nerd with a basketball. This might be one of the sweetest games I've ever played. It submit it as the best game on the planet for 5 reasons. First, I like dorks. Second, I like basketballs. Third, I like throwing basketballs. Fourth, I like pegging dorks. Fifth, I like pegging dorks with basketballs. Neat. I drank Gatorade. It was good. It was also simultaniously eating the enamel off of my teeth. Eastbay has sweet football cleats. Mariah Carey has numorous hits that appeal to a variety of people. I enjoy it thoroughly. Big Daddy Kane is a good rapper. He is neat. I am an aspiring MC too. The band playing right now is Bad Ronald. They are dirty rappers but are also neat. I was reading literature on hybrid cars. That sucks London was attacked. Al Quida are a bunch of sand lurking scum. They just play in sand until they feel like blowing themselves up. We should make them pay, but they enjoy blowing themselves up, so that leaves us with few options. I say we gas them, or cut off all of their limbs and roll them down a big hill covered with salt. That might be enertaining. I'm tired. This entry is sketchy.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Wed, 08 Dec 2004 21:56:56 GMT

Nother day another dollar... Yeah so lets get down to buisness. I havent written anything in a pretty long time because I am lazy. The only reason I'm writting in it is to get the word out on the Big Air Bunch. The BAB is a dope extreme sports team that does their magic anywhere with snow. The team consists of Colin Gardner, William Easley, Scott Blackwell, Tim Maffet, and Logan Sheely. You might be saying, "who cares.".... Well screw you then, you grimey little scum bag. This team consists of the dopest Skiers/Snowboarders on the friggin mountian you ignorant, snot nosed, AIDS infested crack child. If just so happen to these these little hellians shredding the mountain, say hello or maybe challenge them to a gentle man's duel.

It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Colin doing a spread eagle! You can often see Colin and Tim rockin the skis, and doing all types of other ill shit.

If you thought you just saw a Korean kid carvin' up Minute Man, then that was none other than Logan "Chinko" Sheely. Let his finesse sooth you to the core has he pulls 540's and other dope big airs.

If you see a fair complected kid with a Burton snowboard grinding a rail bigger than you and your grandmother can handle, your eyes arent playing tricks on you. That was non other than William Easley.

Is Willy Wonka at Round Top? No Sir! That was no Umpa Lumpa folks! That was the heart and soul of BAB... Scottie Blackwell. This kid shreds like no other, but dont let his size pull a sheep's wool over your eyes. He packs a punch like an old school Tyson.

To visit the BAB, stop by www.maxpages.com/bigairbunch

-Caleb Barclay

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 16:27:19 GMT

Another great day at Eagle View *intense level of sarcasm* and another awesome meatball sub for lunch *intense level of sarcasm*. The meatballs looked like cow balls that had testicular cancer. All of the academic subjects sucked majorly, and so the the other subjects. Radinarity.... Anyway, the main reason why you're reading this crappy excuse for a journal entry is to see me bust and Sieber and his partnership with Micheal Jackson... to save 80's pop music you pervert, and to read my "Caleb's Advice"© section where i give people my advice so they can be *almost* as cool as I, Caleb Barclay. Today's "Caleb's Advice"© will be about a swell chess player named Alex Stefanson. Don't let this kids haughty chess jargon fool you, he is half the chess player he cracks himself up to be. I teach him some tricks of the trade on Day 2's in our flex class. I can't blame him, however, for losing to a chess wiz kid such as myself. This kid's looks are also deceiving. His rosy cheeks, and his button nose disguise his trash talking offensive rampage. His innocent looks high-pitched voice pull a lambs wool over your eyes and hide his cruel, trash talking fits. His sharp words and glaring eyes pierce through your skin and release a paralyzing venom that will leave you stunned and unaware of the devastating blow that he his laying upon your precious chess pieces. This kid is not to be taken lightly by any means. In my first experience of whooping his foul mouthed hide, i quickly learned how to see through his shallow comments, and obligatory insults. When you see this kid carrying his chess set, challenge him to a gentlemans duel or maybe a game of chess, and you too will unlock the secret to deciphering his immoral code of cruelty. So, my advice to Mr. Stefanson is simple- Put your money where your mouth is punk! Well, that is all i have time for today. Come back next time to read my craptastical opinion on crap. G-G-G-G-Goodbye!

Friday, May 28, 2004

Fri, 28 May 2004 18:09:53 GMT

Well another boring day at Eagle View. I guess i am just so ready for school to end. But yeah... I dont have much more than that to write bout school, so im going to skip to the "Caleb's Advice" collum. Today we will talk about a really sweet girl named Dorthey Gardner. Dorthy is known for her vast vocabulary and her uncanney ability to put on her make-up in the dark (or at least we hope she does it in the dark). She is also known for her acuracy with a wad of flegm. Mad props to her for dropping a wad of demon posessed throat scum on Mason. We have all tried but fallen short, but you... you succeeded, and we all love you for it. Well, we don't love you, but we think you're cool for it. Well, we don't think you're cool but we kind of like you for it. Well actually, we don't like you at all... Anyway, for some constructive advice... I know Dorthey scares us with her satanic rituals, poorly drawn on eyebrows, and multicolored hair, but underneath that "it's that time of the month" attitude, she is really a...girl *i think* who just wants to join the circus. Some people think she is part of the Charles Manson cult, but really she just wants to be a carney and help braid the Amazing Beard Lady's chest hair. Carneys are people who are social outcasts and who have crazy talents that most people think is gross and retarded. So Dorthey, a being a Carney is perfect for you. That is all i have for today. Please help me out with people to give advice to. Peace

Thursday, May 27, 2004

Thu, 27 May 2004 19:27:05 GMT

Seein' double? As i waited for my Weblog to load its slow pokin anus.. i clicked the submit button several times in my frustation. Patience is a virtue that i don't have. Thought i'd let you know.