guy can't catch a break
it's night-time and i'm alone, so i can say this: the existential puddles outside the window are ultra-lame. they just try too hard like the time i saw a cute girl on a longboard, thinking "that's cool" after which she passes me and i hear this crashy crash and turn around to see her embarrassed, pick up her toy and start walking. i wish she'd kept going on board.
in contrast, something sweet: "the glorious second chance." for me i guess it's like the millionth, seeing as how i've never gotten "it right" with school, but this time was so close i'd nearly abandoned oklahoma and settled for permanent limbo. were there a travelling circus i could've joined, i'd have been there in a hearbeat... conjecture aside, i'd have become another local latino busboy with a taste for the ol' booze. [to be honest, i already enjoy a certain amount of alochol, but considerably less hardcore than freshman year. apparently, there was this time when i put a girl in a headlock, danced, and ran home. if you are that girl, i'll give you free body-shots for a minute. please, let us be civil.] so with another probation contract signed, a new semester in Norman begins. What's awesome is that my friends really stuck up for me against the odds. In the interest of full disclosure, i'd like to say it's a good thing Rick doesn't have a LJ account or he'd think i'm a super-gay, but i love that silly fucker. When i'm old i'll show my kids pictures of that dude, tell them what a great friend he was and imitate his dance for them. Hopefully though, he'll out-live me.
Man it's so fuckin late/early. I've been goin' to bed around 8 a.m. for the last couple of weeks. What's the score on this? Temporary insomnia? There's a girl i had a huge crush on who still only sleeps 2-4 hours a night. That leaves so much time for good lovin'. One time i saw her with a hicki on her neck, i know i know, you think it's gross, but it made me jealous. norman's pop-collared chodes: 1 | Ivan Peña: 0. had i the money, i might've joined a fraternity. then again, i might've just bought a tight guitar, amp, and hundreds of CDs instead... oh wait, i already did.
My ex-jiujitsu instructor is now teaching me a newer science of fighting which scares the shit out of me. It's basically all the different ways to kill your opponent in as short as time possible. I can hear you say, oh great, that's all we need, another martial arts geek. But i've been out of it for a few years now, i missed them so i called them up for a chat, one thing led to another and i got roped back in.
Anyway, my teacher, he's so interesting. Younger, you might've watched movies about martial art masters who travel the world helping people along the way. Though I used to want to be that man, fate brought me to love a slightly more private passion, the guitar. But don't lose faith in good samaritains because he's the real deal! At the age of 53, Calvin is still a bounty-hunter, bouncer, freelance bodyguard, and teacher by vocation, but his actual life is helping people. He's got so many stories of having been held at gun point, shot, stabbed, ran over, knocked out, and yet he still comes back every other day to talk, share some laughs and teach me all about this chaos.
That world is something i so wanted to be a part of, coming back to it over break, blows me away because it reminds me of how many awesome things there are going on right now that we don't know about. How many subcultures there are in this huge world that go on without us. It's like "two ships passing in the night" except instead, it's like there are millions of thousands of ships nearly brushing each other every second but they somehow fit into paths that never touch. The Oklahoma fighting circuit. The Airline industry. The Highrollers' lifestyles. The people that supply them with crack. The world is just so massive, so many stories are beginning and ending. I want to know more. Bah! Continue the search for bliss later. For now, "deep rivers run silent" and so does a tired Ivan.
in contrast, something sweet: "the glorious second chance." for me i guess it's like the millionth, seeing as how i've never gotten "it right" with school, but this time was so close i'd nearly abandoned oklahoma and settled for permanent limbo. were there a travelling circus i could've joined, i'd have been there in a hearbeat... conjecture aside, i'd have become another local latino busboy with a taste for the ol' booze. [to be honest, i already enjoy a certain amount of alochol, but considerably less hardcore than freshman year. apparently, there was this time when i put a girl in a headlock, danced, and ran home. if you are that girl, i'll give you free body-shots for a minute. please, let us be civil.] so with another probation contract signed, a new semester in Norman begins. What's awesome is that my friends really stuck up for me against the odds. In the interest of full disclosure, i'd like to say it's a good thing Rick doesn't have a LJ account or he'd think i'm a super-gay, but i love that silly fucker. When i'm old i'll show my kids pictures of that dude, tell them what a great friend he was and imitate his dance for them. Hopefully though, he'll out-live me.
Man it's so fuckin late/early. I've been goin' to bed around 8 a.m. for the last couple of weeks. What's the score on this? Temporary insomnia? There's a girl i had a huge crush on who still only sleeps 2-4 hours a night. That leaves so much time for good lovin'. One time i saw her with a hicki on her neck, i know i know, you think it's gross, but it made me jealous. norman's pop-collared chodes: 1 | Ivan Peña: 0. had i the money, i might've joined a fraternity. then again, i might've just bought a tight guitar, amp, and hundreds of CDs instead... oh wait, i already did.
My ex-jiujitsu instructor is now teaching me a newer science of fighting which scares the shit out of me. It's basically all the different ways to kill your opponent in as short as time possible. I can hear you say, oh great, that's all we need, another martial arts geek. But i've been out of it for a few years now, i missed them so i called them up for a chat, one thing led to another and i got roped back in.
Anyway, my teacher, he's so interesting. Younger, you might've watched movies about martial art masters who travel the world helping people along the way. Though I used to want to be that man, fate brought me to love a slightly more private passion, the guitar. But don't lose faith in good samaritains because he's the real deal! At the age of 53, Calvin is still a bounty-hunter, bouncer, freelance bodyguard, and teacher by vocation, but his actual life is helping people. He's got so many stories of having been held at gun point, shot, stabbed, ran over, knocked out, and yet he still comes back every other day to talk, share some laughs and teach me all about this chaos.
That world is something i so wanted to be a part of, coming back to it over break, blows me away because it reminds me of how many awesome things there are going on right now that we don't know about. How many subcultures there are in this huge world that go on without us. It's like "two ships passing in the night" except instead, it's like there are millions of thousands of ships nearly brushing each other every second but they somehow fit into paths that never touch. The Oklahoma fighting circuit. The Airline industry. The Highrollers' lifestyles. The people that supply them with crack. The world is just so massive, so many stories are beginning and ending. I want to know more. Bah! Continue the search for bliss later. For now, "deep rivers run silent" and so does a tired Ivan.