thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught
homeboy is back in the LJ community!sort of, not like i comment many much. whatever. be ready for an epic entry like never before.
so much for all that formal letter dealio.
so little to say and soo much time....strike that....reverse it.
ummm last entry what was that like november? whatever ill just wing it id never know who reads this anyway.
California...
i should probably just write the whole bizniz out in one whole entry as it was one hell of an action packed month. and im not sure why i waited so long, a rehash i think would only better my situation.
i left with damn near everything i own.seriously some of the dumbest things. i dunno how many people saw me that friday befor i left but i was telling everyone monday and i figured id give away a lot of my unessesary junk over the weekend. i wanted to go at it very buddist zen mania ish but it ended up appearing as if i was hording and not farcing. it never got to me though. Oh the wierd stuff! a lot of it was sentimental and a lot of it was laughable. and by the way it feels really awkward for me not to be writing like some novel writer; using "idunno" and "like" usually irritate me but theres no conventional way of covering this in one night anyway.
so back to the basics....
ill just list
- a sentimental set of my desceased grandmothers silverware. like a really complete set and to such an antique degree that you could sense the carcinogenic material brooding brooding.
- gramps' old analog filmy camera. (that i have no idea how to use) i barely took pictures anyway
- an old violin body with no parts.
- a bust of an old roman ceasar.
- alot of text books
and more...im having trouble remembering all the details. i was going to write this in one of the hotels i stayed at. and i was origionally going to audio record it all but that wasa miss. so i left 5th period not saying goodbye to anyone eventhough i was leaving "forever". back to the story. so i get home thinking about what mondays going to be like and nothing else. and everyone had told me in school that if i wanted to go with someone i should ask tom wolfe cause hes the best bet. yet lo and behold tommy wasnt psyched. and then i felt it was over. i didnt think it would work being just me and Basil. hes cold blooded . but it turns out that it was going to have to work. the contemplation set in shortly thereafter....
i thought for a good 30 minutes. and the greatest clause i could come up with was "its fuckin california and im free to go there as i please" and ill try to explain my reasoning in going, much much later. so the mental saga continues...
i freak out in a mad rushh. seriously more adrenaline then than then than then haha *edit* when i intentionally drank a dose of adrenaline. i first threw every article of clothing into the back seats and everything important into the trunk. everytime entering and leaving the front door afraid of my parents coming home on lunch break or something terrible like that. the rest was a total rush. i had practiced cracking the safe in my basement earlier that week with much success and with great ease that day. i didnt really know what i would need from that safe but i did end up with my passport, which didnt seem unessessary at the time where i was set on japan shortly after cali. the frantic rush ensued as i stepped into a whole new phase. a 4000 dollar phase. i remember my self mumbling and trembling cause im totally uncool at stealing. saying "oh jesus" like a really loud mumble that type you make after you get off the highest rollercoaster youve been on yet and you were sitting next to people you dont know so you mumble.
anyway i had dillingered two safeboxes with locks that i didnt have keys to. but they seemed flimsy enough just to pry open.
so i jetted to the car with them. and for real i ......."blew that popsicle stand"
lots of S.C.I.E.N.C.E on the speaka. i always wanted do something big to that muse.
so i go to fill up before mah big endeavour with my one and only comrade, a python named Basil. and who do i see as im walking in to pay on my way, en route to cali forn i a????
lauren papol.
"you cut journalism?" she asks, i dont remember how i responded. probably with some stupid yes because i dont respond well to anyone. so i was kind of alright that lauren papol would be the last long islander i would see ever. it could have been better, but ill take it.....BUT THEN! fucking whos in the car stopped behind me...Gregory elzzzzzo and i fucking wave at him cause now hes the last long islander im ever going to see so i try to make the best of it. and the asshole doesnt wave back. so i pump gas and leave. at least it wasnt cory scala. i would have just gone home and tried again tomorrow.....
so everything is pretty much a drive from then on ....west....
i didnt have a map until...oklahoma? im not sure when i bought one. i had 144 bucks that i saved from work to drive to cali and i had picked up a hundred dollar bill from on top of one of the lock boxed that i had stolen. i still wasnt sure at that point how much money i had taken let alone if i had taken any money at all. however i pursued the westerly direction. i took the LIE because im not savvy with all of the city roads so i didnt know that it was just going to lead me in a strait line through the city and onto the nj turnpike. so i let myself get lost for a while. so i get to the city and i decide to call josh stu cause by then hes out of school im thinking. and i tell him not to tell anyone until tomorrow that i had made it to the city already. then i guess when i got off the phone he told everyone. that night i think the fencing coach had come to my house to tell my parents that i left. thanks josh. no but really thank you because it was cool having someone to contact. although actually if i hadnt stayed in contact i would still be in california. i should have thrown my cellphone out of the window in OK. biggest mistake ever.
whatever so i endup southbound because nj turnpike scared the shit out of me. and im getting bored of this day so im going to fast foward. i get to maryland and i end up westbound again and i go through illonois and nothing happens im just driving...
fast foward fast foward....charlestown is beautiful at night....fast foward...the entire state of kentucky is disgusting at night.....ST. LOUIS.....is....freakin sweet.
its a really nice precursor to snow when i enter. and first thing i see is the arch so that was totally cool; seeing things like that reminded me that i was on a road trip. it had been about 17 hours since i left and i was like almost halfway there. i was also topping 100 the whole way. i realize now that police do not give a shit about interstates. feel free next time your on one to see what speed your whip can actually handle. my 2005 stratus can do about 120, 110 before everything gets shaky and feels like im in danger. anyway i stopped in to check out the city life at 11 am on a school snowday. I found a sonic burger and i was sooooooooo there. each burger comes with a dinner mint. its a good experience. there was a target across the street. and it was strange that the inside was exactly like the one at home. the power was out too because the powerlines were frozen from freezing rain. So i chilled and went back on the road, that being the first stop since newyork and i was making record breaking time for real. but the end of missouri state took a turn for the worse....
im gonna leave this at a cliffhanger and pick up later....
.....and write about the present long island state of mind.
im not going to prom, id rather surf. there havent been any waves lately. ive been wasting gas going to smiths all the time.
i have kind of a job which pays for the good stuff. hopefully this incubus thangalang annnnd 311 thang and to see hiromi uehara which for those who dont know is the most attractive female on the planet. shes a jazz pianist who plays in a jazz trio...and shes japanese....its very sexy i must say.
that kristen girl is a liar.
i found out i got accepted to stonybrook after i got back so i might go for a semest or more. i dont feel much like going to college in cali much anymore rather just going back to visit the waggamons in san diegss. oh and that quaint little surf ski shop in manhattan beach. oh and basils burial grounds. oh and sunset beach. oh and malibu aaaaaaaaaaaaa. take me back to the motherland, i wanna go back.
stonybrook is great anyway. asian girls. fun. sciences.
on the whole life on long island again.... its all ok, my outlook is different anyway.talk to me sometime. i want to talk to everyone. itll be fun.
for the most dumbed down entry ive ever written ill leave you with some words of the boyd that i know by heart:
imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides
fuse the two Kapow! what are you now? your the human majik marker wont you please suprise my eyes. its in your nature you can paint whatever picture you like no matter what ted koppel says on channel 4 tonight.
much love kids and folks,
Michael sabia
so much for all that formal letter dealio.
so little to say and soo much time....strike that....reverse it.
ummm last entry what was that like november? whatever ill just wing it id never know who reads this anyway.
California...
i should probably just write the whole bizniz out in one whole entry as it was one hell of an action packed month. and im not sure why i waited so long, a rehash i think would only better my situation.
i left with damn near everything i own.seriously some of the dumbest things. i dunno how many people saw me that friday befor i left but i was telling everyone monday and i figured id give away a lot of my unessesary junk over the weekend. i wanted to go at it very buddist zen mania ish but it ended up appearing as if i was hording and not farcing. it never got to me though. Oh the wierd stuff! a lot of it was sentimental and a lot of it was laughable. and by the way it feels really awkward for me not to be writing like some novel writer; using "idunno" and "like" usually irritate me but theres no conventional way of covering this in one night anyway.
so back to the basics....
ill just list
- a sentimental set of my desceased grandmothers silverware. like a really complete set and to such an antique degree that you could sense the carcinogenic material brooding brooding.
- gramps' old analog filmy camera. (that i have no idea how to use) i barely took pictures anyway
- an old violin body with no parts.
- a bust of an old roman ceasar.
- alot of text books
and more...im having trouble remembering all the details. i was going to write this in one of the hotels i stayed at. and i was origionally going to audio record it all but that wasa miss. so i left 5th period not saying goodbye to anyone eventhough i was leaving "forever". back to the story. so i get home thinking about what mondays going to be like and nothing else. and everyone had told me in school that if i wanted to go with someone i should ask tom wolfe cause hes the best bet. yet lo and behold tommy wasnt psyched. and then i felt it was over. i didnt think it would work being just me and Basil. hes cold blooded . but it turns out that it was going to have to work. the contemplation set in shortly thereafter....
i thought for a good 30 minutes. and the greatest clause i could come up with was "its fuckin california and im free to go there as i please" and ill try to explain my reasoning in going, much much later. so the mental saga continues...
i freak out in a mad rushh. seriously more adrenaline then than then than then haha *edit* when i intentionally drank a dose of adrenaline. i first threw every article of clothing into the back seats and everything important into the trunk. everytime entering and leaving the front door afraid of my parents coming home on lunch break or something terrible like that. the rest was a total rush. i had practiced cracking the safe in my basement earlier that week with much success and with great ease that day. i didnt really know what i would need from that safe but i did end up with my passport, which didnt seem unessessary at the time where i was set on japan shortly after cali. the frantic rush ensued as i stepped into a whole new phase. a 4000 dollar phase. i remember my self mumbling and trembling cause im totally uncool at stealing. saying "oh jesus" like a really loud mumble that type you make after you get off the highest rollercoaster youve been on yet and you were sitting next to people you dont know so you mumble.
anyway i had dillingered two safeboxes with locks that i didnt have keys to. but they seemed flimsy enough just to pry open.
so i jetted to the car with them. and for real i ......."blew that popsicle stand"
lots of S.C.I.E.N.C.E on the speaka. i always wanted do something big to that muse.
so i go to fill up before mah big endeavour with my one and only comrade, a python named Basil. and who do i see as im walking in to pay on my way, en route to cali forn i a????
lauren papol.
"you cut journalism?" she asks, i dont remember how i responded. probably with some stupid yes because i dont respond well to anyone. so i was kind of alright that lauren papol would be the last long islander i would see ever. it could have been better, but ill take it.....BUT THEN! fucking whos in the car stopped behind me...Gregory elzzzzzo and i fucking wave at him cause now hes the last long islander im ever going to see so i try to make the best of it. and the asshole doesnt wave back. so i pump gas and leave. at least it wasnt cory scala. i would have just gone home and tried again tomorrow.....
so everything is pretty much a drive from then on ....west....
i didnt have a map until...oklahoma? im not sure when i bought one. i had 144 bucks that i saved from work to drive to cali and i had picked up a hundred dollar bill from on top of one of the lock boxed that i had stolen. i still wasnt sure at that point how much money i had taken let alone if i had taken any money at all. however i pursued the westerly direction. i took the LIE because im not savvy with all of the city roads so i didnt know that it was just going to lead me in a strait line through the city and onto the nj turnpike. so i let myself get lost for a while. so i get to the city and i decide to call josh stu cause by then hes out of school im thinking. and i tell him not to tell anyone until tomorrow that i had made it to the city already. then i guess when i got off the phone he told everyone. that night i think the fencing coach had come to my house to tell my parents that i left. thanks josh. no but really thank you because it was cool having someone to contact. although actually if i hadnt stayed in contact i would still be in california. i should have thrown my cellphone out of the window in OK. biggest mistake ever.
whatever so i endup southbound because nj turnpike scared the shit out of me. and im getting bored of this day so im going to fast foward. i get to maryland and i end up westbound again and i go through illonois and nothing happens im just driving...
fast foward fast foward....charlestown is beautiful at night....fast foward...the entire state of kentucky is disgusting at night.....ST. LOUIS.....is....freakin sweet.
its a really nice precursor to snow when i enter. and first thing i see is the arch so that was totally cool; seeing things like that reminded me that i was on a road trip. it had been about 17 hours since i left and i was like almost halfway there. i was also topping 100 the whole way. i realize now that police do not give a shit about interstates. feel free next time your on one to see what speed your whip can actually handle. my 2005 stratus can do about 120, 110 before everything gets shaky and feels like im in danger. anyway i stopped in to check out the city life at 11 am on a school snowday. I found a sonic burger and i was sooooooooo there. each burger comes with a dinner mint. its a good experience. there was a target across the street. and it was strange that the inside was exactly like the one at home. the power was out too because the powerlines were frozen from freezing rain. So i chilled and went back on the road, that being the first stop since newyork and i was making record breaking time for real. but the end of missouri state took a turn for the worse....
im gonna leave this at a cliffhanger and pick up later....
.....and write about the present long island state of mind.
im not going to prom, id rather surf. there havent been any waves lately. ive been wasting gas going to smiths all the time.
i have kind of a job which pays for the good stuff. hopefully this incubus thangalang annnnd 311 thang and to see hiromi uehara which for those who dont know is the most attractive female on the planet. shes a jazz pianist who plays in a jazz trio...and shes japanese....its very sexy i must say.
that kristen girl is a liar.
i found out i got accepted to stonybrook after i got back so i might go for a semest or more. i dont feel much like going to college in cali much anymore rather just going back to visit the waggamons in san diegss. oh and that quaint little surf ski shop in manhattan beach. oh and basils burial grounds. oh and sunset beach. oh and malibu aaaaaaaaaaaaa. take me back to the motherland, i wanna go back.
stonybrook is great anyway. asian girls. fun. sciences.
on the whole life on long island again.... its all ok, my outlook is different anyway.talk to me sometime. i want to talk to everyone. itll be fun.
for the most dumbed down entry ive ever written ill leave you with some words of the boyd that i know by heart:
imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides
fuse the two Kapow! what are you now? your the human majik marker wont you please suprise my eyes. its in your nature you can paint whatever picture you like no matter what ted koppel says on channel 4 tonight.
much love kids and folks,
Michael sabia