The father tomato squashes the son and says Ketchup!!!
Let's play catch up because I know I have neglected my writing, and in turn neglected my anxious audience (of two)....
Surfer girl has a man. What started as a guy I have been talking too, became I guy I have been dating for a long time and will be going away with him this weekend to meet his family out in Connecticut. No harm done. As I said I was digging her but I wasn't get the feeling in return, which brings me back to my point about "Sue," surfer girl was friendly, open, the whole bit BUT never shot out those "try to get with me" extra sensory waves. Surfer girl, coudl turn out to be a new "girl" "friend" of mine with out romantic entanglements. I mean I guess she already is but it may extend beyond school borders.
Julia still doesn't shave her legs, and I believe still wants it.
LIRR wasn't running service to the city last night due to signal trouble so I couldn't get to capoeira last night. I called Furacao, kept him posted as I waited for the situation to change. The bitch of it all is I know, that even though it was in no way my fault, it is all my fault that I missed class in his mind, and I do not look forward to hearing it from him. Yes Xinxilla I know it is stupid no need to post a reply in regards to this occurence. Things do not change, they will not change. He will forever be Furacao.
Star Wars DVD is excellent. You should buy Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on DVD today if you get a chance. It is my pick for best movie of 2004, hands down. I haven't seen anything that smart, creative, romantic, and thought provoking in a long time.
The US capoeira jogos are taking place Nov 5-6, in San Fran, following a week long workshop with Mestre Camisa. I will be there in some form or another. I will keep you all posted.
I saw my cousin Rob last night. We talked alot. It was good.
I read a lot last night as well. I like borders better than the library, although I feel like I am stealing when I sit down and read an entire novella for school at an establishment which intends to sell me said novella. That brief hint of guilt, as well as the fact that I am sure the employees think of us "in store readers" as assholes, will not stop me from doing it again. The library is either too silent or full of screaming kids, while Borders offers the alternative of music just loud enough to force me to concentrate on what I am reading and the occasional diversion of other customers when I need a break for a minute or too, plus a change of scenery from my damn apartment.
I want to go see Shaun of the Dead. I have heard things...
I have also heard that pitch black mountain dew, and this new butterfinger waifer candy are delicious- not necessarily together but separate, although I suspect that together they may make for a nice treat as well.
I played football on Sunday. Tackle. For those of you who don't know I am fairly good at football, I would say with a little guidance I could have easily played for an organized league, and I at least shined amongst the other non-team members in high school. In recent times, due to my other athletic endeavors, I have become quite fast on my feet and the field allowing me to break fools left and right. Bearing all this in mind I have never played with real football players before, as far as I know. This weekend I played with several former members of the Stonybrook football team. Their cardio was lacking but their size had not diminished in the least, nor their technique so as I barrelled in to tackle one of them and received my first true to form stiff arm I went flying like a fucking rag doll a good 5 yards before landing back on the ground.Some other players described it as a cartoon, others still said it was like I was floating in the matrix. All thought it ws very comical(of course only after the saw I was not injured). I was surprised, not hurt. I realized then that I had to put my A game on and fortunately I was not taken back in suck an America's Funniest Home Video contestant way again. Good fun.
Financial aid office workers have the life. The have no stress. Nothing in the office purtains to them. They basically relay information from unfeeling banks or equally unfeeling computer screens, and hand out a pamphlet or two. The basically hand out the "fuck you" without any concern for your future, or present for that matter, and today they get to sleep late because the office doesn't fucking open until 10:00am. Boy am I glad I woke up at 6:45 to get to school early and try to figure out how the fuck I am going to pay for school!!!
Code Red mountain dew is delicious. This is not hearsay this is my opinion. I dare you to prove me wrong.
Surfer girl has a man. What started as a guy I have been talking too, became I guy I have been dating for a long time and will be going away with him this weekend to meet his family out in Connecticut. No harm done. As I said I was digging her but I wasn't get the feeling in return, which brings me back to my point about "Sue," surfer girl was friendly, open, the whole bit BUT never shot out those "try to get with me" extra sensory waves. Surfer girl, coudl turn out to be a new "girl" "friend" of mine with out romantic entanglements. I mean I guess she already is but it may extend beyond school borders.
Julia still doesn't shave her legs, and I believe still wants it.
LIRR wasn't running service to the city last night due to signal trouble so I couldn't get to capoeira last night. I called Furacao, kept him posted as I waited for the situation to change. The bitch of it all is I know, that even though it was in no way my fault, it is all my fault that I missed class in his mind, and I do not look forward to hearing it from him. Yes Xinxilla I know it is stupid no need to post a reply in regards to this occurence. Things do not change, they will not change. He will forever be Furacao.
Star Wars DVD is excellent. You should buy Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on DVD today if you get a chance. It is my pick for best movie of 2004, hands down. I haven't seen anything that smart, creative, romantic, and thought provoking in a long time.
The US capoeira jogos are taking place Nov 5-6, in San Fran, following a week long workshop with Mestre Camisa. I will be there in some form or another. I will keep you all posted.
I saw my cousin Rob last night. We talked alot. It was good.
I read a lot last night as well. I like borders better than the library, although I feel like I am stealing when I sit down and read an entire novella for school at an establishment which intends to sell me said novella. That brief hint of guilt, as well as the fact that I am sure the employees think of us "in store readers" as assholes, will not stop me from doing it again. The library is either too silent or full of screaming kids, while Borders offers the alternative of music just loud enough to force me to concentrate on what I am reading and the occasional diversion of other customers when I need a break for a minute or too, plus a change of scenery from my damn apartment.
I want to go see Shaun of the Dead. I have heard things...
I have also heard that pitch black mountain dew, and this new butterfinger waifer candy are delicious- not necessarily together but separate, although I suspect that together they may make for a nice treat as well.
I played football on Sunday. Tackle. For those of you who don't know I am fairly good at football, I would say with a little guidance I could have easily played for an organized league, and I at least shined amongst the other non-team members in high school. In recent times, due to my other athletic endeavors, I have become quite fast on my feet and the field allowing me to break fools left and right. Bearing all this in mind I have never played with real football players before, as far as I know. This weekend I played with several former members of the Stonybrook football team. Their cardio was lacking but their size had not diminished in the least, nor their technique so as I barrelled in to tackle one of them and received my first true to form stiff arm I went flying like a fucking rag doll a good 5 yards before landing back on the ground.Some other players described it as a cartoon, others still said it was like I was floating in the matrix. All thought it ws very comical(of course only after the saw I was not injured). I was surprised, not hurt. I realized then that I had to put my A game on and fortunately I was not taken back in suck an America's Funniest Home Video contestant way again. Good fun.
Financial aid office workers have the life. The have no stress. Nothing in the office purtains to them. They basically relay information from unfeeling banks or equally unfeeling computer screens, and hand out a pamphlet or two. The basically hand out the "fuck you" without any concern for your future, or present for that matter, and today they get to sleep late because the office doesn't fucking open until 10:00am. Boy am I glad I woke up at 6:45 to get to school early and try to figure out how the fuck I am going to pay for school!!!
Code Red mountain dew is delicious. This is not hearsay this is my opinion. I dare you to prove me wrong.