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| First day of classes...
How was it?
Highlight of my day: I'm in the bathroom, and a guy comes in and uses
the urinal next to me. From the corner of my eye, I see him turn
towards me, then he resumes peeing.
Then he goes: "How you doing, man?"
How am I doing? HOW AM I DOING?!
C'mon, people. If you're gonna hit on me, you have to come up
with better lines than that. Don't bother with those cheesy lines
either:
"Are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only ten I see."
"Did it hurt? When you fell from Heaven."
"Yeah boy, shake that ass - oops, I mean, girl. Girl, girl, girl."
I had soda, by the way.
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| My eyes hurt. I wore my contacts for too long, but I guess it
wouldn't kill me to write this short (read: very long) entry.
I've been taking it easy this month. Went to school, loved it, tried to do hw, hated
it, so I didn't do a single paper as usual. I also went to a few
concerts and other events in my school; some were great and some were a
complete waste of time, especially the workshop dealing with
procrastination and time management. Huge waste of time.
And I saw "The Incredibles".
Incredible movie. If you haven't seen it yet, catch it while you
still can. You have my permission to cut class if need be.
God knows I did.
Today, I woke up at 7, and thought about if I
should get out of my nice and cozy bed. Didn't, and went back to
sleep. Woke up again at 9 and went online just to see who was on;
I guess everyone was still asleep or in class. It was still too
early to leave for brunch, so I did anything and everything I could
think of, except my work, of course. At 10, I took a shower and
actually put on some clothes, and by the time I got to the train
station, it was 10:25. Yeah, so I was actually late, but you
didn't have to rub it in my face, you bastard. Lol...
As usual, I wasn't the only one late, and certainly not the latest. You people need to learn how to manage time better...
lol... but we still had a lot of fun anyway. I ordered
waffles, w00t! Haven't had them since... well, ever. I'll have to try bacon next time.
We
finished brunch at... 12:30. Crap. We were late to
meet Issa, but it's ok since it's always the other way around. So
we headed off to Murrow and bumped into him at the train station when
we got out, which would've been good, except we planned to meet on the
fourth floor for nostalgic reasons. We decided to go anyway,
albeit, way behind schedule, but were stopped at the door. Turns
out there was a whole crowd of people trying to get in since everyone
had off on the same day and decided to visit. Not cool. A
few people were able to get in though (uh... thanks guys...) and
ditched us.
At least the cute security guard was working the front desk.
She remembered me, but she didn't look so happy. She must've felt
guilty for having to turn me away.
I wondered if she even knew my name. Earlier, I learned that I
had the reputation of the "sad and quiet" kid. Haha...
cool. I wonder how many people actually knew my name even if I
never introduced myself...
So we loitered around the entrance hoping to run into a teacher who
could get us in. No luck, and everyone was tired of standing
around, so they left. I'm glad I stayed, 'cause I ran into so many
familiar faces, half of whom I didn't even know their names. It's
funny how you see hundreds of different faces every day, most
of which you'll never see again in your life, and other faces
you'll see everyday, whether you'd want to or not. I've seen so
many familiar faces and old friends that I haven't in a while - keep
'em coming.
At some point, I saw a few familiar faculty members: Mr. Zappone,
the quirky librarian and somewhat of a mentor for me, who I saw but
didn't see me, so that didn't help; Mr. Toriello, my old piano teacher,
who greeted me, but I cut his class way too many times and I wasn't up
to suddenly asking for favors; and Ms. Pearce, my grade advisor who
replaced my much-more preferred advisor Mr. Glaberson when I was still
a wee lad. She would've definitely remembered me, but she took
every opportunity to denounce my cutting habits, so I wouldn't have
wanted her help even if the old cooze offered it.
Am I being too harsh on her? Nah... I loved the ßitch anyway.
So I couldn't get in. Damn. I
wanted to visit my friends, teachers, old lockers, my favorite
spot at the Asian corner (the wall perpendicular to the physics
room at the intersection), etc. I was also planning on visiting
each classroom and waving hi regardless of whether I had the teacher or
not, but alas, my dreams were not meant to be.
Eventually, the faculty had to come out and tell us to leave since
the crowd of people trying to get in grew too large. The guy who
told me to leave I had seen before, and he must've remembered me too by
the way he spoke. When I finally left, I headed for Sean's.
Halo 2 rocks if you didn't know by now. Other than that, I saw an animé about three homeless people who saved a baby and some psycho lady
who kept telling herself that the baby was her's. One of the poor
guys was a cross-dresser. Surprisingly, the show
was actually good.
At nite, we went to one of my favorite places in the world... Manhattannnn Beachhh.
Of course, there was no one there, since you'd have to be crazy to go
to a beach when it's cold and at nite. It looked exactly like
another time I went, almost like the end of the world with all the fog
shrouding the boardwalk. We didn't throw a table in this time,
but we will to commemorate a special occasion. Maybe New Year's?
And the last thing I wanna say is "Happy Thanksgiving". I
don't like turkey, but I still have a lot to be thankful for: my
friends for all those fun times and for giving me a place I
belong, my parents for putting up with my shit and not getting
anal when I say I'll be home soon but don't show up till morning, my
teachers for always challenging me and not failing me when I deserve to
be failed (this will be edited out if I do fail), and myself for always
looking good, for always being there for myself, for always being my
harshest critic and my own best friend, and for always looking
good. Amen.
I'm gonna be busy for a long time, so forgive me if I don't update any time soon. I'll still find time for people if you make a good enough offer.
Sleep.
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| Breaking news! This just in: I'm updating this site for the first time in eight months. Oh, and Bush wins the elections...
I know some of you are now contemplating suicide, but please refrain from doing so.
Why's everyone hate on Bush? The majority of Kerry supporters prolly
supported him only cause they didn't wanna vote for Bush. I think
they're both bad candidates, but I found Kerry's agenda more beneficial
to me; I stumbled across a site called
johnkerryisadouchebagbutimvotingforhimanyway.com - my sentiments
exactly. At some point, the site had essays on why someone should vote
for Kerry, but since he kinda... you know... lost, it only hosts a
pic of some guy pouring a 40.
Sad indeed.
I couldn't sleep yesterday cause the suspense was killing me. I woke
up at 5 am and turned on the radio, hoping they'd find more Kerry votes
somewhere. Maybe if I actually made it to the polls yesterday, there
would've been some miraculous event to make Kerry win.
Don't blame Nader again, folks. It was all my fault.
One thing's clear tho. We'll see a lot more classic quotes from Dubya:
"The only thing we have to fear itself."
"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never
stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and
neither do we."
In other news, Bush looks like a monkey. Kerry looks like a mummy. And your momma's fat.
But enough with politics. You came to read about ME.
College is great... beautiful campus... beautiful
girls... interesting classes... the only thing I don't like
is the workload. And that I don't know my way around the
school. And that I still cut.
I know, I know. Girls are naturally
beautiful; I'm being redundant. Still, some few look like
their male counterparts, complete with excessive hair and genital
deformities.
For any prudes out there, that last statement was a joke, so don't get all pissy at me. I'll cry if yelled at.
As for getting lost: that can't be helped. I still don't even know my way around Murrow.
But can cutting be helped? I don't think so, or not for me, at least. When I'm 30 and
working for this renowned corporation as a high-ranking executive, I'm
still gonna call in sick. For those who tried to convince me to
go to class (all 2 or 3 of you), thank you for your concern, but you
all need to learn the art of persuasion. Or at least some manners
- none of you said "please."
And for those of you thinking, "Henry, you're a fool. Stop
cutting classes you're paying for," lemme mention that you're paying
millions for bombs you never asked for to bomb the crap out of some
poor country, and billions more - BILLIONS - to rebuild said country.
Let's not forget the millions spent on campaign ads, which were nothing
more than slander and attacks by both parties, which could've been used
to fund AIDS and cancer research, or subsidize world famine and
poverty. At the very least, we could've bought some half-decent
equipment for our troops overseas.
They should've just gotten a small room for themselves to yell and
curse at each other. God knows that's what they wanted to do
anyway.
I read the newspaper everyday, and while it mentions every new U.S.
casualty, it doesn't mention anything about Iraqis. That just
shows we have a long way to go to understand, or even pretend to care,
about other people.
Whoops... I really didn't mean to get into politics again. I
doubt anyone read this far, but if you did, leave a comment saying
"EXCELSIOR!!!!!1", exactly with five exclamation points (no more, no
less) followed by a 1.
So lemme actually get into what I wanted to say...
I met with Issa and them to go watch "SAW", but we were late, and we
had to watch "The Grudge." I couldn't help but laugh at the moviegoers
who were screaming; the movie wasn't scary at all. Well, I guess
it was when I was thinking about it at midnight before I went to
bed. I kept looking around my room for that dead chick...
you know... the one who gets killed by her dick husband for
stalking the white guy. I was also pissed when the cute Japanese
lady got her jaw ripped off in the beginning. Yummy.
What, did you want a spoiler warning? You're not even reading this far. And if you are, I'm really, really sorry.
Moral of the story: cats are evil. Stay away from little kids too.
When we got out of the theater, we headed for the train station and
were promptly stopped by undercover cops for using a student Metrocard
(I didn't) when we weren't supposed to. If you get caught for the
same thing, whatever you do, don't mention that you're on Murrow's swim
team since it doesn't have one. It doesn't have any teams. Good job, guys.
So we headed up the stairs and onto the platform, where we were talking
about our tickets. I spotted at least six more undercover cops,
and watched one walk past me. I turned around, and was surprised
to see that no one was behind me. I quickly glanced around, and
spotted him crossing the tracks to get to the opposite platform.
Damn, that's badass. They get shiny badges AND they get to cross
train tracks. I should be a cop.
We finally got to Seaport, and there was practically no one there, but
the view was still incredible. I forgot what it was like since
the last time I was there, it was cloudy, and I only stayed till the
afternoon, but at night, it's just unbelievable. We were thinking
about grabbing a table and dropping it from the balcony we were on, or
into the sea like we did at the beach, but decided against it. I
tried to steal a chair for revenge, but it was chained to the desk it
was on. Bastards.
You know when you marry a guy (try to bear with me if you actually are
one), and he just atrophies? At first, he's supposedly attractive cause he does his own thing, but
then he quickly becomes a whipped pussy. I'm kinda like that
now, not having done anything crazy in a while. I'll have to learn to mismatch my socks.
So to my friends who reluctantly came with me, you have my sincerest
thanks. I really appreciated it. Haven't had fun like that
in a while. Anyone who wanted to come with me to the conservatory
orchestra with me this Sunday, contact me ASAP so we could schedule
when and where to meet.
Going back to write my papers now, but doesn't look like I'll manage to
finish them... maybe I'll have to cut again... someone make
an offer to go somewhere... preferably Manhattan Beach.
I'll try to update again before the next election.
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| Henry, your subconscious mind is driven most by Reserve.
You approach the world with reserve because unconsciously, and perhaps consciously, you like to be in control. You keep your emotions to yourself and you may seem mysterious or enigmatic to others.
You're often very cautious about truly expressing yourself. Even people who have known you for some time may find it hard to get close to you.
Your psyche is very deep and rich; the more you learn about it, the more you will understand who you really are.
Seems dead accurate to me. Take the inkblot test at http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=inkblotogt&c=40897 . | | |
| Thanks, Elaine. I owe you one.
Happy Birthday to a Mrs. Doris Chan on her 18th birthday. | | |
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