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[Aug. 17th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
Strange day.
I bid farewell to two of the best friends I've ever had. After they left, it really hit me that I wouldn't be seeing them again for a while.
Thinking back on the year we spent together, I feel like an utter prick. Mercenary and uncouth in my actions. Vulgar in my words.
Well, it's been a hell of a year.
I'm very nervous about leaving. I can't help wondering if this is really what I wanted. But I made my decision, and now I'm going to see it through.
But, damn, I'm going to miss them. |
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| Last night |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|07:14 pm] |
Last night, Marcea and I did something very stupid. I won't go into the details, but let's just say it involved the internet, swimming pools, foreigners, Chechens, threesomes, hetero- and homosexual intercourse(s), poorly spoken English, furry hats, diminutives, a hotel, asinine questions, the Japanese (collectively), xenophobia, a a dance club, a pizza parlor, a hold-up style robbery, a sexually-suggestive dance party with the robber, made up languages, Skype, one Canadian, one accusation of blatant homosexuality against the entire state of Ohio, Dick van Dyke, irrigation, agriculture, animal husbandry, beards, folk songs from homeland in mountains, some Japanese food, a lot of chairs, red bricks, a bunch of immature emo kids, a vampire club, encounters with thousands of strangers, and your mother.
Can you guess? |
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[Mar. 21st, 2007|07:13 pm] |
What a wonderful bird is the pellican
It's beak can hold more than it's bellycan.
What a wonderful bird is the ostrich
It really is kind of a bitch |
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| Romania |
[Jan. 27th, 2007|08:59 pm] |
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| | Nigdy ma plec z koniem | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Taraf de Haidouks and Bandana Dan | ] |
"Life is a waterfall
Where the stream is frigid cold"
At least that's what the Gypsies sing
Whilst they travel down the road
Time is their travels
And it forever marches on
The endless cycle of day and night
It's stopped for no one
The line of Gypsies
It slithers trough the town
Serpentlike, the caravan kicks up dust
And the city is filled with the fiddler's squealing sound
Wish I was in the caravan
Somewhere in the line
Wish I was was in the lautari band
Marching behind |
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[Nov. 5th, 2006|09:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Guantanamera...Guantanamera... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | O Kazakhstan | ] |
Saw Borat the other day. It was an amazing movie. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. I could go back and see it again today.
Tommorrow is Writer's Block. Looking forward to that.
So glad its a four day week. Very very glad.
Ever felt like you're totally unprepared for the future? While going over some stuff I'd written for my outside reading project in English AP, I started to wonder how I was ever going to survive in an out of state college. Later on, my Dad said that, now that I'm done with this project, I should "start reading some good books." Since my goal is to go to a good college out of state, I'll need to be "as well read" as everyone else who I'll meet there.
The funny thing: As I go to more and more confrences when colleges visit the school or have a presentation somewhere in this city, I feel more and more like I'm not what their looking for.
So, to anyone out there who is currently applying to college (or anyone who cares to give his or her 2 cents), do you think this is a common feeling or a bad sign that I'm aiming too high? |
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| This just in, folks... |
[Nov. 1st, 2006|10:41 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Punch horse | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dresden Dolls-Yes,Virginia | ] |
In the olden days, people punched livestock for fun.
Gypsy 1: I like-a punch horse muy muy muy muy *undiscipherable Roumanian!
Gyspy 2: Yeah, lets get hyphy...or crunk...whichever comes first.
Gypsy 1: Hyphy? Is that related to hyphen? Hyphen as in "-"?
Gyspy 2: No bitch, hyphy isn't related to none of your pansy-ass hyphens. Hyphy is EXTREME! Now I need some crack! Cause it's EXTREME!!!!!!
Yeah, so I learned "hyphy" Writer's Block, the writing club I'm president of (I hope I'm doing a better job than President Bush!).
Speaking of Writer's Block, is this poem I wrote too gloomy to read in a school writing club? It's loosely based off Thomas Gray's "Elegy From a Country Churchyard"
( Elegy From a Public Restroom (With a Nod to Thomas Gray) ) |
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| Decided to post |
[Oct. 20th, 2006|03:25 pm] |
Well, I decided to post, since I haven't posted in forever. What's up everyone? Anything cool going on?
Anyone like gumbo. I could really go for some gumbo right about now. Mmmmm....gumbo. I actually have canned gumbo in the pantry. But I can't bring myself to eat.
Strange.
I'm really sick of Arizona right about now. I think I'd like to travel to the forests of Poland or Alabama. That would be a nice change from the desert. It's getting to be winter and still it's fscking hot in the afternoons. I hate it. I ant to be able to wear a flannel shirt all day without getting all sweaty.
My sister is trying to figure out how to play "Sounds of Silence" on the piano in the other room. She's got thhe melody correct, but it's just not fluid enough yet, you know what I mean? She's bouncing around on those keys too much. I think she needs to eliminate one of the notes in the melody. I think the human voice, which singing the song, crosses it, but doesn't land on it.
I think I'd like to play guitar right about now. Goodbye. |
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| Bye |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|10:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
I'm going to be in Gulfport, Mississippi for the next month. I'll be volunteering there. Post-Katrina relief and stuff related to it.
Have a great next month everyone. |
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| And... |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|11:01 pm] |
If I were in a Grunge or Punk band...we would be called the "The Blue Herpes"
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| If I... |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|10:23 pm] |
If I were in an emo band, it would be called Love Songs For A Backwards Era!
Whaddaya think? |
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| I have contacts now! |
[Jun. 8th, 2006|11:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I said "fiddle fy fee" | ] |
| [ | music |
| | John Jacob Niles samples | ] |
I have contact lenses now. Thank God! Now, with some luck, they won't irritate my eyes or do anything weird like that.
Oh and I think I'm going to buy the CD of John Jacob Niles called the "Tradition Years: I Wonder As I Wander". So I have a task for everyone. If you have itunes, search John Jacob Niles and listen to the sample of the song "Go 'Way From My Window"! And then tell me what you think!
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| Sucks or Rocks |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|10:24 pm] |
In honor of my earlier post about "suckage", I've decided to compile two lists. The first will be of things in my life that suck and the second will be things in my life that rock (I save the best one for last :I )
( ¡What Sucks and Rocks in My Life! ) |
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| ¿Chechnya? |
[Jun. 6th, 2006|01:53 pm] |
Well, this sucks...
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| So I've been avoiding writing this for a while because I knew it would be long... |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|11:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | reflective | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dennis McGee | ] |
The important part of this blog is a few paragraphs down (just in case you don't want to waste your time)
So school is out now, and has been for a good week and one half. I have been working a bit. And it really isn't a great job. I just had to retrieve carts from the lot today in 105 degree weather. I sweated to the point where my face burnt from the perspiration. I thought I was going to collapse out there. It's a good thing they have a cooler where the courtesy clerks can get water bottles for free. Otherwise, we'd all die of heat exhaustion. I sort of wish that when I was hired, they hadn't called me a "bagger" or a "courtesy clerk," but told me what I really was: a "cart wanker/bathroom cleaner/garbage man". And no, although the song "Garbage Man Blues" ('get out your can, here comes your garbage man!') is a cool song, actually being the trash man isn't fun.
I've also been reading a good bit. "Wuthering Heights" and "Fast Food Nation." "Wuthering Heights" is a premium Victorian novel, very interesting. Quite a page turned, to uso an old cliché. "Fast Food Nation" is also very interesting and would be even more interesting if I didn't have to write two essays and some other useless garbage on it for school.
Now, I've come to the part of the entry that is really important. I know that in journalism it's a sin to save the most important information for the end because the reader will get bored and stop reading, but I think livejournal bloggers are such a captive audience of bored teenagers that they won't mind.
Okay here goes: The first day of finals, I had my science final for Mr. Talarico's class. Except I didn't have to take it, because I had done so well on the pig practical, essentially a test where you have to identify organs and their functions in many dissected fetal pigs. So I just read from "Everything is Illuminated" for the period. Then, when everyone is done with their final, Mr. Talarico walks out of the room and returns with a some kind of shiny stone. He the tells the class that he received this mineral, a chunk of pyrite (aka fools gold) from Robert Dietz, an important geologist who helped create the theory of seafloor spreading and taught at ASU, for academic excellence. He explained how it had meant a lot to him.
Then he said that he was going to give it to me for two years of excellence in his classes (earth science and biology). I was shocked. I couldn't believe it.
Later that night, at the graduation, I was sitting in the stands next to Melanie, a girl from my science class, and she said, "You know he'd had that for 30 years!" I had forgotten about that because I'd been so shocked when I received the Pyrite.
The class had been very emotional about their last day with Mr. Talarico because he was retiring.
"You know, I cried when he gave you that pyrite," Melanie told me.
So there it is. I am very touched to have received this gift. I've always been fascinated by the way things travel. Maybe that's while I love old strange music so much. Once at thing belonged to one person, then it was passed to another, and then that person passed it on. And now I'm part of something like that. First it belonged to the Earth, then to Dietz, the to Mr. Talarico, now to me, and, someday, I'll have to pass it on to another person. I just wonder how for it could go.
This is kind of a crappy explanation of how I feel. I guess I didn't write this too well. I'm not to good at expressing events this big in words. Thats while it took me so long to get around to writing this. I think I'll put a warning at the beginning of this blog saying that the important stuff is a little ways down so people won't have to waste their time.
There are two things I hope will come from of this blog:
1. The event gets a blog, because it deserves one.
2. People see that I'm not as much of a cynical, unsentimental shmuck as they would have had good reason to think I am.
Finally, I'll conclude this with the wikipedia.org biography of Robert S. Dietz:
"Robert Sinclair Dietz (September 14, 1914 – May 19, 1995) was Professor of Geology at Arizona State University. Dietz was a geophysicist and oceanographer who conducted pioneering research along with Harry Hess concerning seafloor spreading as early as 1960 - 1961. While at the Scripps Institute of Oceanography he observed the nature of "the Emperor chain of seamounts that extended from the northwest end of the Hawaiian Island-Midway chain and speculated over lunch with Robert Fisher in 1953 that something must be carrying these old volcanic mountains northward like a conveyer belt.[1]"
In later work he became interested in meteorite impacts and was the first to recognize the Sudbury Basin as an ancient impact event."
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[May. 22nd, 2006|11:18 pm] |
Pants Rabbit Mazurka
by me
Out in the forest of Poland
There's a hole where the pants rabbits live
And they spend all their days
Watching the news from a land far away
That is called the US of A
And the strange things they see
On their TV brings a question to mind
"My goodness" they say
It's utterly strange
What kind of land is this US of A?"
"They've got so many things
Like wiretapping and a president that belives
that he is indeed god-sent
The've got bloody diamond rings, reality TV
So strange is this land of the free"
"Border fences and vigilante patrols
Bodies covered in flabby rolls
Much currency coins
And very fertile lions
Or at least the TV make you think so
What kind of place is this US of A?"
"When they have a disaster
They cannot help
No matter how hard the impoverished yelp
For the man in charge loves Arabian ponies
He's the president's crony
What kind of land is the US of A"
"When the next election come
I think I will run," one pants rabbit says.
"For if such a president can run such a place
With so many peope so much displaced
Surely a pants rabbit can too!"
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Well, there hopefully won't be too many hurricanes when I'm in Gulfport during July. |
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| Sunday is supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes... |
[May. 7th, 2006|09:51 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | the BK Lounge | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | Snakes on a Plane | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Merle Haggard sings Klemens von Metternich | ] |
So Jessie is sick today, which means we didn't get to go to breakfast and I've been feeling tired all day, so I'm hoping I'm not getting what she has.
Work was diffficult, amidst a very trying session of retreiving carts from the parking lot (after cleaning the bathrooms), I started to wonder, "What am I supposed to do if I ever catch two people being carnal in one of the bathrooms?" I sure hope I do catch people being carnal in there sometime. That would make my day. I would probably have to leave work because I wouldn't be able to stop laughing.
In other news, I was so tired today I didn't get any of my rough draft of my research paper done for Mr. McKnight's class. Damn. Now I'm going to have to do it Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
In other news, on Friday Jessie was over here and we watched "Everything is Illuminated". Great movie! She didn't think so.
Quote from Alex the tour guide in the film (played by gypsy punk rock cool guy Eugene Hutz, read it aloud w/ an Eastern European accent): Is the Shaq Jewish? The Shakweele O' Neel?" (that's how he pronounces it).
I was at a party last night. However, it was almost all art girls from Chaparral. Now, you might think that's a good thing. But, first of all, I'm not single. Second of all, I was the first guy that arrived and the only guy at the party for a while. As a result, they all assumed I was a homosexual. Haha.
Well, I've got to go. I'm all covered in grocery store fluids. Yech! I need a shower. |
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| Pre-AP Euro Jitters |
[May. 4th, 2006|09:24 pm] |
Tomorrow is the moment of truth. The AP Euro Test. I've never felt so tiny standing in the gargantuan shadow of European History.
Apparently, the results don't come out until mid-July. I'll be in Gulfport then, and no news from back home will be able to touch me over 1,000 miles away. So even if I do badly, I don't have to worry.
Today in Spanish class, we kept Mrs. Thompson distracted for about forty minutes. The ridiculous questions were endless.
"Have you seen 'March of the Penguins'", "Did you have a boyfriend in high school?", "He was a little too tempermental? Did he hit you?", "You wanna hear about this weird dream I had the other night?", "Is the movie really called 'What the Bleep Do We Know?'", "Are there gay animals?".
I contributed a few moments of wasted time: "I was listening to Eastern European Gypsy Music the other day and they sing like flamenco-singers" and "Did you know the British pronounce Don Juan as 'Don Joo'En?" (WTF!? I can't believe that!) But actually the two things I said weren't really intended to distract her from class. I thought they were genuinely interesting. Now, Ian (form the Art Room Table), he really has done some ridiculous things in that class. He tried to get her to play the video on flamenco music by telling her he practiced his flamenco singing every day!
"Everyone tells me to bring up "running naked on the beach" in Spanish class, because apparently it brings up a rather embarrassing story that Mrs. Thompson trys to avoid telling. You know, I kind of feel bad for her. I mean, it's sad that everyone wants to distract her from teaching all the time. But, I can understand why they want to. There is nothing more boring that "Usage of Por vs. Para".
BTW, the translated song lyrics of flamenco songs remind me of translations of Cajun and Creole songs. Y yaie! Maheureuse! Haha.
Well, I have to get back to studying for AP Euro. Have a lovely night Jessie, Kayla, and Shelby (because you're then only ones who have added me as friends and I thank you for it).
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| Come see Gregory Pants Rabbit and his Polish Creole Mazurka Band |
[May. 3rd, 2006|10:39 pm] |
Yeah, they're on the wall above my computer in the editor room that is off to the side of Mr. Francis's classroom AKA the newspaper room. That is the pictures of Gregory Pants Rabbit, who plays Mazurkas on his accordion; a turtle who plays the rubboard, and a cat who plays the fiddle. The two members of the "Polish Creole Mazurka Band" need names. Want to help me name them?
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For the past few days I've had Chechnya on my mind. I'm not really sure why. I guess it just rolls off the tongue...Chechnya...Chechnya...Chechnya
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Did you know snakes have a hemipenis. I dare you to type that into google images :) It's pretty grody...is that the word hip people use nowadays?
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Anyways, I'm really excited to be going to Mississippi this summer. I've never really been on a big volunteer project and I've never been to the South before. Gulfport's going to be cool...and I heard we might even take a day trip into New Orleans.
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