These past few days in review:
Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, but I had a really great week last week and didn’t really have the time to write about it till now.
So Gill was in last week. It was damn fun and I really miss having her here. Going so long without her, sometimes I forget how greatly I admire and appreciate her presence and now, more than ever, I greatly look forward to everyone coming back in September so that I can have my family back!
Anyway, while she was here, we went out drinking, watched some movies (like Moulin Rouge, which I haven’t been able to bring myself to watch for a really long time; and The Crow, a movie Gillian and I loved), spent a day in the park , and at the Met. It was awesome and so much fun. Later that night we watched Wet Hot American Summer (so many times have Heidi and I watched this movie in the past two weeks, but it has always been the amazing pick-me-up I’ve needed). Then Sarah (Gill’s friend from home) cut my hair and the next morning we re-bleached my head. Its much lighter now and a lot more blonde than last time. I really like it.
Anyway, Gill left and Thursday night was going to be the night I sat down and did my entries and attended to other things. I was in Heidi’s room with my laptop while she was watching Xena and talking to Graham, but then Faetra came home. We were talking about something, I offered her a beer, she said she wanted hard liquor, so we went to El Azteca to get wasted. She was pretty drunk, but I had a jumbo and was quite gone for the rest of the night.
Then Friday I spent in preparation for Maureen’s visit. She arrived around 9 that evening and it dawned on us that it had been about three years since the last time we had seen each other! Absurd! We had kept in touch, but we hadn’t seen each other face-to-face since our last show with Absence of Pinky, so it was great when we saw each other and noticed that neither of us had changed (with the exception of the color of my head). I mean, I had gone through physical changes, gaining and losing weight all the time, but I’m pretty much back to how I was when I graduated, and I don’t know what she went through, but she didn’t look any different from the last time I saw her, either.
Anyway, we had fun catching up, went to DJ’s with Heidi and Faetra, where we actually got carded. First time I can remember being carded there. Maybe it had something to do with Heidi’s CareBear sweatshirt with ears on the hood. Maybe we just looked young, but we were there the week before with no problems. Oh well. We had some good food anyway.
The next day we went shopping at Urban with Heidi and Faetra and I got a burgundy corduroy jacket . It was marked for 40 bucks, but I had my discount and figured I would get it for 30. But at the counter we found out that it was on sale and my discount worked on sale items as well and I paid 5 bucks for it! It was a sign of good things to come for the rest of the day. In light of the savings I had, I went to Tower to get the Bourne Identity Extended Edition. It was pretty cool, but the original cut was fine. But it did come with a free ticket to see the Bourne Supremacy, which I will use eventually whenever I go see it again, because later that night we met up with Maureen’s uncle and his girlfriend and they treated us to the movie (which was pretty awesome, but will wait till a second viewing before I write one of my ridiculous reviews) and dinner at Café Frida. During dinner we discussed politics, pop culture, and other things and in the process I got a job, a promotion, and a raise. Crazy as all hell, but awesome.
Then Sunday she left, but with intentions of us getting together more often than every three years.
Along with the Bourne movies, I watched two other movies which I owned but hadn’t watched yet. One is M. Knight Shyamaylan’s Signs, and the other is Quills. Both movies are pretty fucked up (pardon my French). Signs is pretty good up till its lackluster ending, but the aliens freaked the crap out of me! So scary! I was definitely genuinely scared when the alien is first revealed and when the fingers slide out from under the door. For the most part the pacing was pretty good, but the lulls were kind of craptacular. Otherwise, it was a decent movie worth watching, but I don’t love it. Quills on the other hand…how to describe Quills? Well, its about the Marquise de Sade (Geoffrey Rush) and his time in a French asylum, how he gets his writing to the masses, and in the process we witness some really fucked up stuff. Joaquin Phoenix plays the priest who runs the asylum who is in love with the chambermaid (Kate Winslet) and is under pressure by Napoleon and a doctor (Michael Cain) to cure the Marquis de Sade’s dirty habits. In the process we see Michael Cain have sex with his not-even-16-year-old bride, we see her give head to her husband’s architect who is renovating their mansion, we see an emaciated Geoffrey Rush’s flaccid penis several times, we see the Marquis’ writings upon the wall in his own feces, and Joaquin Phoenix having sex with a dead Kate Winslet. Fucked up doesn’t even begin to describe this movie.
Anyway, then last night, Heidi, Faetra, Brian, Kelly, and I headed way downtown to Sin-e’ to see the Vinyl Addicts (Heidi’s friend Brian although not the Brian from the last line, is in this band with amazing pianist Benny). They were really awesome. Brian’s lyrics are amazing, his energy is refreshing, and Benny’s keyboard work is some of the bestI’ve ever heard. They were inspiring. In fact right after we saw them on the way back to Fordham I wrote a new song. However the performance was a mix of emotions for me. On the one hand it was inspiring and amazing, on the other hand it made me feel creatively unaccomplished and inadequate. It did however make me want to drop out of school again and try my hand at music once more. We’ll see where that goes. Anyway, some of the other reactions were, “wow that music is amazing and the lyrics are really powerful” next to, “god, I want to kill myself.” But mostly because they awoke certain emotions I’ve been trying to kill recently and hadn’t had the chance to experience this past week because, thankfully, Gillian and Maureen were here. But back to square one, I suppose.
Here’s the song I wrote:
“The Story I Wish I Could Write”
the words that you sing dictate the verses
that I write upon this page
where I scribble this story to try to recall
the way life used to be
with the girl you used to be
the infidelities of each poetic verse
chiseled in each beaded tear
I watch roll down your cheek
and take their place among
the stars scattered on this floor
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
how much ink have I seen bleed from the pages
into my nails where every solemn verse
I tried to convey becomes
lost within these feeble fingers
which force these strings to cry
I still recall every Sunday waking up
and sharing every breath of each
sunny, cloudy, rainy day. Have you lost
every whisper from those Sunday mornings
in the bed we built ourselves
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
the words that you sing dictate the verses
that I write upon this page
where I scribble this story to try to recall
the way life used to be
with the girl you used to be
………………………….
I’m tearing down brick by brick
The castle that I spent my soul building up
The broken shards of glass
Imbedded in my hands and feet tell
The stories I wish I could write
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
While productive and creative, it kind of brought the mood down in my head, and I slept on the couch, but I do feel a sense of accomplishment and renewed desire for my music again. We’ll see where it takes me this year.
Anyway, had lunch with Casey but didn’t eat. It was alright. I was still holding back, but only because I was trying to curb whatever anger I still towards her. Maybe friendship will be easier in September.
Saw Gill briefly while she was giving a tour to a new freshman. I love seeing her, but she did have to go back to work, sadly. Ah well, it is only a matter of weeks before she’s back and hopefully before then Shana and I will drive up to see her so we can get our tattoos.
Well, that should sufficiently round up these past few days. Goals for this week:
Don’t fail Spanish
Don’t fail Physics
Write more music
See Christina (I’m going through withdrawal)
Have parents bring me more food
Get Hellboy DVD
Budget payment plan to get cool/funny/inappropriate shirts from Urban (I want to get the Fender shirt with the red phoenix on it, the black Marshall amplifiers shirt, as well as the “we be illin’” Sacred Heart Children’s hospital shirt, and the “El Salvador, A sunny place for shady people” shirt). Will have to get Logan to get them for me because his discount is better.
Anxiously await Marvel Legends 6 in the mail
Hear all about Logan’s SDCC experience (any and all that get that acronym are true geeks)
Make it to the end of the week
That’s all for now, kiddies. So until tonight, tomorrow, or whenever I’m inspired to write, I remain,
-Enrique of the Shire
So Gill was in last week. It was damn fun and I really miss having her here. Going so long without her, sometimes I forget how greatly I admire and appreciate her presence and now, more than ever, I greatly look forward to everyone coming back in September so that I can have my family back!
Anyway, while she was here, we went out drinking, watched some movies (like Moulin Rouge, which I haven’t been able to bring myself to watch for a really long time; and The Crow, a movie Gillian and I loved), spent a day in the park , and at the Met. It was awesome and so much fun. Later that night we watched Wet Hot American Summer (so many times have Heidi and I watched this movie in the past two weeks, but it has always been the amazing pick-me-up I’ve needed). Then Sarah (Gill’s friend from home) cut my hair and the next morning we re-bleached my head. Its much lighter now and a lot more blonde than last time. I really like it.
Anyway, Gill left and Thursday night was going to be the night I sat down and did my entries and attended to other things. I was in Heidi’s room with my laptop while she was watching Xena and talking to Graham, but then Faetra came home. We were talking about something, I offered her a beer, she said she wanted hard liquor, so we went to El Azteca to get wasted. She was pretty drunk, but I had a jumbo and was quite gone for the rest of the night.
Then Friday I spent in preparation for Maureen’s visit. She arrived around 9 that evening and it dawned on us that it had been about three years since the last time we had seen each other! Absurd! We had kept in touch, but we hadn’t seen each other face-to-face since our last show with Absence of Pinky, so it was great when we saw each other and noticed that neither of us had changed (with the exception of the color of my head). I mean, I had gone through physical changes, gaining and losing weight all the time, but I’m pretty much back to how I was when I graduated, and I don’t know what she went through, but she didn’t look any different from the last time I saw her, either.
Anyway, we had fun catching up, went to DJ’s with Heidi and Faetra, where we actually got carded. First time I can remember being carded there. Maybe it had something to do with Heidi’s CareBear sweatshirt with ears on the hood. Maybe we just looked young, but we were there the week before with no problems. Oh well. We had some good food anyway.
The next day we went shopping at Urban with Heidi and Faetra and I got a burgundy corduroy jacket . It was marked for 40 bucks, but I had my discount and figured I would get it for 30. But at the counter we found out that it was on sale and my discount worked on sale items as well and I paid 5 bucks for it! It was a sign of good things to come for the rest of the day. In light of the savings I had, I went to Tower to get the Bourne Identity Extended Edition. It was pretty cool, but the original cut was fine. But it did come with a free ticket to see the Bourne Supremacy, which I will use eventually whenever I go see it again, because later that night we met up with Maureen’s uncle and his girlfriend and they treated us to the movie (which was pretty awesome, but will wait till a second viewing before I write one of my ridiculous reviews) and dinner at Café Frida. During dinner we discussed politics, pop culture, and other things and in the process I got a job, a promotion, and a raise. Crazy as all hell, but awesome.
Then Sunday she left, but with intentions of us getting together more often than every three years.
Along with the Bourne movies, I watched two other movies which I owned but hadn’t watched yet. One is M. Knight Shyamaylan’s Signs, and the other is Quills. Both movies are pretty fucked up (pardon my French). Signs is pretty good up till its lackluster ending, but the aliens freaked the crap out of me! So scary! I was definitely genuinely scared when the alien is first revealed and when the fingers slide out from under the door. For the most part the pacing was pretty good, but the lulls were kind of craptacular. Otherwise, it was a decent movie worth watching, but I don’t love it. Quills on the other hand…how to describe Quills? Well, its about the Marquise de Sade (Geoffrey Rush) and his time in a French asylum, how he gets his writing to the masses, and in the process we witness some really fucked up stuff. Joaquin Phoenix plays the priest who runs the asylum who is in love with the chambermaid (Kate Winslet) and is under pressure by Napoleon and a doctor (Michael Cain) to cure the Marquis de Sade’s dirty habits. In the process we see Michael Cain have sex with his not-even-16-year-old bride, we see her give head to her husband’s architect who is renovating their mansion, we see an emaciated Geoffrey Rush’s flaccid penis several times, we see the Marquis’ writings upon the wall in his own feces, and Joaquin Phoenix having sex with a dead Kate Winslet. Fucked up doesn’t even begin to describe this movie.
Anyway, then last night, Heidi, Faetra, Brian, Kelly, and I headed way downtown to Sin-e’ to see the Vinyl Addicts (Heidi’s friend Brian although not the Brian from the last line, is in this band with amazing pianist Benny). They were really awesome. Brian’s lyrics are amazing, his energy is refreshing, and Benny’s keyboard work is some of the bestI’ve ever heard. They were inspiring. In fact right after we saw them on the way back to Fordham I wrote a new song. However the performance was a mix of emotions for me. On the one hand it was inspiring and amazing, on the other hand it made me feel creatively unaccomplished and inadequate. It did however make me want to drop out of school again and try my hand at music once more. We’ll see where that goes. Anyway, some of the other reactions were, “wow that music is amazing and the lyrics are really powerful” next to, “god, I want to kill myself.” But mostly because they awoke certain emotions I’ve been trying to kill recently and hadn’t had the chance to experience this past week because, thankfully, Gillian and Maureen were here. But back to square one, I suppose.
Here’s the song I wrote:
“The Story I Wish I Could Write”
the words that you sing dictate the verses
that I write upon this page
where I scribble this story to try to recall
the way life used to be
with the girl you used to be
the infidelities of each poetic verse
chiseled in each beaded tear
I watch roll down your cheek
and take their place among
the stars scattered on this floor
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
how much ink have I seen bleed from the pages
into my nails where every solemn verse
I tried to convey becomes
lost within these feeble fingers
which force these strings to cry
I still recall every Sunday waking up
and sharing every breath of each
sunny, cloudy, rainy day. Have you lost
every whisper from those Sunday mornings
in the bed we built ourselves
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
the words that you sing dictate the verses
that I write upon this page
where I scribble this story to try to recall
the way life used to be
with the girl you used to be
………………………….
I’m tearing down brick by brick
The castle that I spent my soul building up
The broken shards of glass
Imbedded in my hands and feet tell
The stories I wish I could write
As these chords ring in my head
I’m filled with the images of the ways
You used to look at me
Your head upon my pillow
Which now lies lifeless
Where our love used to be
While productive and creative, it kind of brought the mood down in my head, and I slept on the couch, but I do feel a sense of accomplishment and renewed desire for my music again. We’ll see where it takes me this year.
Anyway, had lunch with Casey but didn’t eat. It was alright. I was still holding back, but only because I was trying to curb whatever anger I still towards her. Maybe friendship will be easier in September.
Saw Gill briefly while she was giving a tour to a new freshman. I love seeing her, but she did have to go back to work, sadly. Ah well, it is only a matter of weeks before she’s back and hopefully before then Shana and I will drive up to see her so we can get our tattoos.
Well, that should sufficiently round up these past few days. Goals for this week:
Don’t fail Spanish
Don’t fail Physics
Write more music
See Christina (I’m going through withdrawal)
Have parents bring me more food
Get Hellboy DVD
Budget payment plan to get cool/funny/inappropriate shirts from Urban (I want to get the Fender shirt with the red phoenix on it, the black Marshall amplifiers shirt, as well as the “we be illin’” Sacred Heart Children’s hospital shirt, and the “El Salvador, A sunny place for shady people” shirt). Will have to get Logan to get them for me because his discount is better.
Anxiously await Marvel Legends 6 in the mail
Hear all about Logan’s SDCC experience (any and all that get that acronym are true geeks)
Make it to the end of the week
That’s all for now, kiddies. So until tonight, tomorrow, or whenever I’m inspired to write, I remain,
-Enrique of the Shire