check out who is playing 28 of Feb. i'll only go if he plays my song.
bah bah mawmaw, ppl die young
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Old Shit
old shit
miss it
JUST REALIZED THE LINK DOESN'T WORK. HERE YA GO:
Thursday, December 21, 2006
destroying christmas cheer, ninja style.
Current mood: accomplished
Since everyone's asking, i feel i owe it. You have to excuse me, i'm not very articulate after a day's work on 2 hours of sleep...
So last night started out like any other night... i had a Christmas party for work and then decided to hang out with the normal-ish crew (minus brookey). Macky, Zack, Guy and i sifted through and weighed our options--destroying christmas cheer, turning the museum lights red with the blood of christmas(shame shame), etc--and we ended up, where else, the Greenroom.
As always, it turned out quite nicely. Pool that i actually didn't do too poorly with, foosball that i *ehem* kicked ass at, good music (regina, boysetsfire,3eb, some song about Mississippi), movie hangman, and lots of friends and family all under one happy roof.
So the night's great enough as it is. Then we get home and decide... no we don't get home. We decide to buy some more alcohol before we get home and we have the privelege of encountering "Darlene" at Cracker Barrel at her all time *best.* i mean, she was at the tip-top of her firecracker-ness(excuse the made up words). i've seen her pretty damn mad at me before, but the attitude she pulled off last night lead me to believe she doesn't get much say-so around the home, if you know what i mean. I laughed with, at, around, and catacorner her, until my ribs hurt like they were fractured from a boxing win against the guy ranked 7th in the nation * ehem :P *...
We make it to Sack's (i think that's your name from now on) but only so far as stepping out of the car onto the half-pavement-half-potholes before we come up with the idea to treck with all of our goodies, duct tape, and dining room chairs and set up camp in the Quad.
Mmm hmmmm, buddy. We make a pit stop at the swamp, where we were almost Lake Placid-ed ( i know, it doesn't work, blame the english language) by Ali. We stealthily cross Hebrard, dodging campus police, who were coming at us in all directions in their little white cars.
We finally make it to the Quad... we drop all of our 1(one) chair that was still with us and goodies (besides the duct tape and alcohol of course) and lay in the little installation of trees that someone so democratically saved for the enjoyment of students awaiting physics/business/math/sociology classes. it's what one might call a sort of '-'tree kiosk'-' (<--rock and roll quotes*).
Anyway, to make a short story even longer, we build a fire. that's right, a real-live campfire. We were almost caught by a man on bike with his little dog, but, like i said before, we are stealthy. quad-ninjas, if you will. (quad here functions as a double entendre- in the sense that we were in fact in a quad and that we, ourselves, were 4(four) beings). Now this may seem, in passing, not really a big deal. But there are pictures and you will be impressed. The adrenaline was flowing.
As the smoke gets thicker and thicker, we begin to feel that our present quad-ninja-status might come to an end. So we do what every good ninja would do and sacrifice our accomplishment for the greater good of ninja-dom.
We had scarecly made it back to base when someone came up with an even more fulfilling and adrenaline-producing feat. CLIMBING THE CRANE THAT LAY DORMANT ON THE ONCE-UL-BAND-PRACTICE-FIELD. You will not understand the magnitude of this feat until you, yourself, pass down Taft St and cower in the mighty shadow of its existence.
The tire-like-contraptions that exist on heavy machinery instead of tires were taller than me. i can't lie, i probably climbed until i was about 40 feet off the ground. but being the wimp that i am about getting down from things ( i have all of these nightmares about getting like 283742039847238 feet up something and then not being able to get down) i climb back down.
Guy and Sack, however, manage the 30-odd minute climb to the TOP.
The TOP. Where there exists a light to warn planes that, yes, something does exist high enough in the atmosphere that could very-well send them to the earth below. All the while i'm laying on a pallet having semi-myocardial infarctions watching the going-ons. So, all in all, the feat occupies-- nay, dominates-- an hour of our time. I hear the view of Lafayette was amazing. Again, to understand the significance of this endeavour, you must realize that one must directly participate in the activity--or at least lay on a pallet looking up at it.
In short, last night was life-changing. For many reasons. YOU should have been there. Or you should at least write a list of seemingly insignificant yet daring/memorable/ninja-esque activities and check at least one off per week of your life. Cause if you're not doing that already... *something philosophical.*
Carpe ninja/randomness-dom!
miss it JUST REALIZED THE LINK DOESN'T WORK. HERE YA GO:
Thursday, December 21, 2006
destroying christmas cheer, ninja style.
Current mood: accomplished
Since everyone's asking, i feel i owe it. You have to excuse me, i'm not very articulate after a day's work on 2 hours of sleep...
So last night started out like any other night... i had a Christmas party for work and then decided to hang out with the normal-ish crew (minus brookey). Macky, Zack, Guy and i sifted through and weighed our options--destroying christmas cheer, turning the museum lights red with the blood of christmas(shame shame), etc--and we ended up, where else, the Greenroom.
As always, it turned out quite nicely. Pool that i actually didn't do too poorly with, foosball that i *ehem* kicked ass at, good music (regina, boysetsfire,3eb, some song about Mississippi), movie hangman, and lots of friends and family all under one happy roof.
So the night's great enough as it is. Then we get home and decide... no we don't get home. We decide to buy some more alcohol before we get home and we have the privelege of encountering "Darlene" at Cracker Barrel at her all time *best.* i mean, she was at the tip-top of her firecracker-ness(excuse the made up words). i've seen her pretty damn mad at me before, but the attitude she pulled off last night lead me to believe she doesn't get much say-so around the home, if you know what i mean. I laughed with, at, around, and catacorner her, until my ribs hurt like they were fractured from a boxing win against the guy ranked 7th in the nation * ehem :P *...
We make it to Sack's (i think that's your name from now on) but only so far as stepping out of the car onto the half-pavement-half-potholes before we come up with the idea to treck with all of our goodies, duct tape, and dining room chairs and set up camp in the Quad.
Mmm hmmmm, buddy. We make a pit stop at the swamp, where we were almost Lake Placid-ed ( i know, it doesn't work, blame the english language) by Ali. We stealthily cross Hebrard, dodging campus police, who were coming at us in all directions in their little white cars.
We finally make it to the Quad... we drop all of our 1(one) chair that was still with us and goodies (besides the duct tape and alcohol of course) and lay in the little installation of trees that someone so democratically saved for the enjoyment of students awaiting physics/business/math/sociology classes. it's what one might call a sort of '-'tree kiosk'-' (<--rock and roll quotes*).
Anyway, to make a short story even longer, we build a fire. that's right, a real-live campfire. We were almost caught by a man on bike with his little dog, but, like i said before, we are stealthy. quad-ninjas, if you will. (quad here functions as a double entendre- in the sense that we were in fact in a quad and that we, ourselves, were 4(four) beings). Now this may seem, in passing, not really a big deal. But there are pictures and you will be impressed. The adrenaline was flowing.
As the smoke gets thicker and thicker, we begin to feel that our present quad-ninja-status might come to an end. So we do what every good ninja would do and sacrifice our accomplishment for the greater good of ninja-dom.
We had scarecly made it back to base when someone came up with an even more fulfilling and adrenaline-producing feat. CLIMBING THE CRANE THAT LAY DORMANT ON THE ONCE-UL-BAND-PRACTICE-FIELD. You will not understand the magnitude of this feat until you, yourself, pass down Taft St and cower in the mighty shadow of its existence.
The tire-like-contraptions that exist on heavy machinery instead of tires were taller than me. i can't lie, i probably climbed until i was about 40 feet off the ground. but being the wimp that i am about getting down from things ( i have all of these nightmares about getting like 283742039847238 feet up something and then not being able to get down) i climb back down.
Guy and Sack, however, manage the 30-odd minute climb to the TOP.
The TOP. Where there exists a light to warn planes that, yes, something does exist high enough in the atmosphere that could very-well send them to the earth below. All the while i'm laying on a pallet having semi-myocardial infarctions watching the going-ons. So, all in all, the feat occupies-- nay, dominates-- an hour of our time. I hear the view of Lafayette was amazing. Again, to understand the significance of this endeavour, you must realize that one must directly participate in the activity--or at least lay on a pallet looking up at it.
In short, last night was life-changing. For many reasons. YOU should have been there. Or you should at least write a list of seemingly insignificant yet daring/memorable/ninja-esque activities and check at least one off per week of your life. Cause if you're not doing that already... *something philosophical.*
Carpe ninja/randomness-dom!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
hi!
bonjour mes amis!
at the request of a few people i have decided to start a blog. this means i will probably post about 5 things, then forget about it. but, nevertheless, here it is.
this is something i did (yes, on fb) a little over a year ago i guess when katherine sent it to me. i figured it was fitting, being that this is my first post and these are things about my life/personality/sentiments. enjoy...?
about me:
1. sometimes i am extremely socially awkward. if i am out and i seem rude/weird it's because i can't socially function that day. i know, i shouldn't be out, but i will be anyway.
2. things like farmers markets and small boutiques/flea markets/thrift stores and outdoor shows and drive in movies and camping and ponds and being out of doors and my family make me overwhelmingly, can't-touch-this happy.
malinalco, mexico
rocky mountain ntnl park
the pond
3. Ahhhhhhhh, the night sky. Ahhhhhhhh.
astronomy
4. music makes me supremely happy. in the words of the great Grayson Dudd "music is amazing and transcendental and i think life would be dreadful without it. i can't wait for technology that creates personal soundtrack's for life's situations." feel free to let me in on any bands or songs that you yourself may enjoy. i can never get enough music. there is a gaping void in my heart and soul that only music can fill. i play my music WAY too loud. i like it that way. sometimes i think about getting in my car just to turn the music up and roll the windows down and sing along. i think a little bit lower about people who restrict themselves to today's pop music. i throw up in my mouth when i think about it.
5. i don't like to capitalize i's whenever i type or handwrite things. this may or may not come from my intense love for ee cummings. i have recently thought about legally changing my name to all lowercase letters as a celebratory expression of this love.
6. i think about existence more than i should. i wish more people truly loved learning. even if it were just a smidgen more. i wish we were more enlightened as to why we're truly here and how we can make the most of ourselves and of life. i sometimes wonder why the general population is so collectively lame. why are the norms the norms? why is pop music popular? (ick) why do so many people fill there lives with things of such little value? i'm not claiming to have overcome the culture, but i think it has very little of real substance to offer and there are so many better ways of doing things and filling one's time.
7. i am extremely inarticulate. i really appreciate those people who are articulate and witty and write great music/poetry/etc. i am a sucker for the magical realism of isabel allende and gabriel garcia marquez.
8. i like to read. a lot. i don't get to it as much as i would like to. also, it makes me fall asleep. that being said, it takes a while for me to get through some books (atlas shrugged, grr). also, my mind wanders considerably when i read. i can read through pages and pages and at the same time be thinking of something totally unrelated before i realize i'm still "reading" but have no idea what i just read. this pisses me off a lot.
9. i just want to travel.
10. there is a big yellow barn in Grand Coteau. one day, it will be mine to live in.
11. i have a horrible speeding problem. my comfortable speed is 95mh. somehow, i always end up on this number.
12. i love to cook. it is therapeutic. i don't like cooking for other people. it makes me nervous.
13. if the weather is nice, there is a 99.6% chance that i'm in a great mood.
14. i have no idea where i'll really end up and what i'll really end up doing. i just know i love people and art and music and different cultures.
15. i am pee shy. i will run the water if i even remotely suspect that someone is occupying the same building as me.
16. things that should not be allowed to be discussed at family holiday gatherings:
-how school is going
-what your major is
-what your plans are after school
-if you are dating anyone (did you see someone walk through the fucking door with me?)
-anything to do with politics or religion (the day this happens in my family is the day katherine and i are the oldest ones alive)
*actually, let's not limit this to family gatherings
17. rice is not meant to be a leftover. what is wrong with day-old rice, you ask? a lot.
18. no, i don't have a kid.
19. i need an honest opinion from someone who's not a bitch about tattooing ribs.(still do. also, feel free to pay for it)
20. my parents hate my nose ring. i'm fairly sure that if i died anytime soon they would take it out and make the mortician cover up the gaping hole in my nose with makeup. (they've more than gotten over this since i first wrote this. i don't think they even notice it anymore. however, i'm fairly sure they will still take it out when i'm in my casket, if i die when they're still alive.)
21. when i was younger, i loved the wizard of oz. i was also incredibly bossy. i talked wayyy to much. (there is dvd proof) i even knocked out all of Katherine's front teeth with a see-saw once. that being said, i would also like to say i was a pretty cool kid. i was outside most of the time building tree houses and making things, on the farm, shooting guns, reading. i grew up with the best people anyone could ask for. my friends and sacred heart and their families made my life amazing and probably are the reason i am who i am today. i also won little miss tadpole '89 on personality alone, sans makeup and hairspray.
22. i get caffeine headaches and ocular migraines. the first time i got one my mom thought i was going blind because i was on drugs. i was about 12.
23. i miss a lot of people right now.
24. i think situations are what you make of them. i love people who make their own fun and don't rely on perfect planning. i love people who enjoy simple pleasures.
25. Katherine and i were once waiting for our mom in our suburban while she talked to my dad, who was cutting rice. a worker proceeded to back up over the suburban with a rice truck. as a result i am quite the baby about 18 wheelers. when at all possible i pass them at lightning speed. i gradually started to let go of this fear. then one almost ended my life a couple of years ago on the lake charles bridge and reawakened this fear.
26. i need a random beach trip soon.
at the request of a few people i have decided to start a blog. this means i will probably post about 5 things, then forget about it. but, nevertheless, here it is.
this is something i did (yes, on fb) a little over a year ago i guess when katherine sent it to me. i figured it was fitting, being that this is my first post and these are things about my life/personality/sentiments. enjoy...?
about me:
1. sometimes i am extremely socially awkward. if i am out and i seem rude/weird it's because i can't socially function that day. i know, i shouldn't be out, but i will be anyway.
2. things like farmers markets and small boutiques/flea markets/thrift stores and outdoor shows and drive in movies and camping and ponds and being out of doors and my family make me overwhelmingly, can't-touch-this happy.
malinalco, mexico
rocky mountain ntnl park
the pond
3. Ahhhhhhhh, the night sky. Ahhhhhhhh.
astronomy
4. music makes me supremely happy. in the words of the great Grayson Dudd "music is amazing and transcendental and i think life would be dreadful without it. i can't wait for technology that creates personal soundtrack's for life's situations." feel free to let me in on any bands or songs that you yourself may enjoy. i can never get enough music. there is a gaping void in my heart and soul that only music can fill. i play my music WAY too loud. i like it that way. sometimes i think about getting in my car just to turn the music up and roll the windows down and sing along. i think a little bit lower about people who restrict themselves to today's pop music. i throw up in my mouth when i think about it.
5. i don't like to capitalize i's whenever i type or handwrite things. this may or may not come from my intense love for ee cummings. i have recently thought about legally changing my name to all lowercase letters as a celebratory expression of this love.
6. i think about existence more than i should. i wish more people truly loved learning. even if it were just a smidgen more. i wish we were more enlightened as to why we're truly here and how we can make the most of ourselves and of life. i sometimes wonder why the general population is so collectively lame. why are the norms the norms? why is pop music popular? (ick) why do so many people fill there lives with things of such little value? i'm not claiming to have overcome the culture, but i think it has very little of real substance to offer and there are so many better ways of doing things and filling one's time.
7. i am extremely inarticulate. i really appreciate those people who are articulate and witty and write great music/poetry/etc. i am a sucker for the magical realism of isabel allende and gabriel garcia marquez.
8. i like to read. a lot. i don't get to it as much as i would like to. also, it makes me fall asleep. that being said, it takes a while for me to get through some books (atlas shrugged, grr). also, my mind wanders considerably when i read. i can read through pages and pages and at the same time be thinking of something totally unrelated before i realize i'm still "reading" but have no idea what i just read. this pisses me off a lot.
9. i just want to travel.
10. there is a big yellow barn in Grand Coteau. one day, it will be mine to live in.
11. i have a horrible speeding problem. my comfortable speed is 95mh. somehow, i always end up on this number.
12. i love to cook. it is therapeutic. i don't like cooking for other people. it makes me nervous.
13. if the weather is nice, there is a 99.6% chance that i'm in a great mood.
14. i have no idea where i'll really end up and what i'll really end up doing. i just know i love people and art and music and different cultures.
15. i am pee shy. i will run the water if i even remotely suspect that someone is occupying the same building as me.
16. things that should not be allowed to be discussed at family holiday gatherings:
-how school is going
-what your major is
-what your plans are after school
-if you are dating anyone (did you see someone walk through the fucking door with me?)
-anything to do with politics or religion (the day this happens in my family is the day katherine and i are the oldest ones alive)
*actually, let's not limit this to family gatherings
17. rice is not meant to be a leftover. what is wrong with day-old rice, you ask? a lot.
18. no, i don't have a kid.
19. i need an honest opinion from someone who's not a bitch about tattooing ribs.(still do. also, feel free to pay for it)
20. my parents hate my nose ring. i'm fairly sure that if i died anytime soon they would take it out and make the mortician cover up the gaping hole in my nose with makeup. (they've more than gotten over this since i first wrote this. i don't think they even notice it anymore. however, i'm fairly sure they will still take it out when i'm in my casket, if i die when they're still alive.)
21. when i was younger, i loved the wizard of oz. i was also incredibly bossy. i talked wayyy to much. (there is dvd proof) i even knocked out all of Katherine's front teeth with a see-saw once. that being said, i would also like to say i was a pretty cool kid. i was outside most of the time building tree houses and making things, on the farm, shooting guns, reading. i grew up with the best people anyone could ask for. my friends and sacred heart and their families made my life amazing and probably are the reason i am who i am today. i also won little miss tadpole '89 on personality alone, sans makeup and hairspray.
22. i get caffeine headaches and ocular migraines. the first time i got one my mom thought i was going blind because i was on drugs. i was about 12.
23. i miss a lot of people right now.
24. i think situations are what you make of them. i love people who make their own fun and don't rely on perfect planning. i love people who enjoy simple pleasures.
25. Katherine and i were once waiting for our mom in our suburban while she talked to my dad, who was cutting rice. a worker proceeded to back up over the suburban with a rice truck. as a result i am quite the baby about 18 wheelers. when at all possible i pass them at lightning speed. i gradually started to let go of this fear. then one almost ended my life a couple of years ago on the lake charles bridge and reawakened this fear.
26. i need a random beach trip soon.
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