Sunday, October 31, 2004
All Hallows Fuckin Great Eve!!
What a morning, afternoon and night. To start off the holiday, traditional style, I went to a meeting at work, 7:30 in the AM. Not acceptable, but I did give pitty laughs and enjoy the company of my fellow co-workers. I come to find that my bosses are actually really cool guys and genuinely want to help us out. They even asked a question such as, "So Christmas is coming up guys, what do you want? A gift? Or money?" Everyone replied with force and stamina "Money!" We truly are Subway whores. I thought it was nice, because never have I had a boss ask me what I want for Christmas (or any holiday, including the day of my birth) let alone offer the choice of money. After the meeting I booked it home, walking style. Take note that I had gotten 2 hours sleep prior to the meeting and sat through a review that was about 2 hours long. Yeah it was a great start to a hectic day.
Once our satanic rituals at Subway were done with, I headed home and got a few hours of shut eye. Wake up, eat Boo Berry Crunch and proceed to get ready for the fun filled day that was about to take place. Emily, my dear friend, was over and we got her ready. Emily was, at first, a sexy fairy with holla tastic wings and the face every male could love. Holy tits. She looked marvelous, thanks in part to me and her giens. She later turned into a club fairy, which consisted of club pants, and club shirt and wings. Club fairy. I like the idea. I would have made sweet love to her had I owned a dick. One of my sisters was a sexy nurse. Again you can thank me for the makeup and beauty, plus the whole gien thing. My other sister was a dead bride/ice queen. It was fucking scary and she was smart enough to do her own makeup and didnt ask for my help. I appreciate Colette, 'cause this bitch needed to get ready herself. The time has come for me to get my Michael Jackson gear on. I call it gear, because its not just clothing. Its gear. I got everything pretty much down, except for the white glove and child molestation charges. I did have taped fingers and tassles. So it worked out wonderfully. I will post pics here and there for viewers pleasure.
We head to the mall to take the "michael jackson almost kills his son 'Blanket' whilst trying to show fans his loved one" balcony picture. We get to the mall and this cock sucker of a "security twat" says "you cant wear masks in here". I wanted to say "Im not wearing a mask". I was too startled in disbelief that I was like "why?" and I got the "Its mall policy". I would love to take a gander at this Mall Policy record and see where it says "No Masks Allowed!" Are people serious? I could understand on a regular buisness day you dont need a fraud M.J. roaming the halls of Westfield Shopping Town, but its fucking Halloween!! I obey the policy and take it off. Oh, but once I found the balcony the mask went right back on and we gots ourself a picture. Fuck you security cunt rag shit fucker. Go suck your no cock. Im not bitter.
After the mall we hit up my friends moms house and made a gallery out of ourselves. Im really glad people enjoyed my costume as much as I did. I think I enjoyed it much much more then anyone should. I was comfortable in it. I am not Michael Jackson. We take a ride to my sisters work and yadda yadda yadda. Pictures were taken, etc.
We decide to "hit up" my friend Biggins MacGees school. Since it is/was a Sunday she had to go up to her college anyway to go to class the next day. What the fuck you think this is? We go to her dorm and say hello to the roomies and people staring at us all in our wear. It was grand to be stared at and to walk by the check in desk and go "Im Leah Lattanzi" and expect them to let me surpass their job. Then I realize what I just did and walk back shamefully to sign my ass in to her dorm. Im there like every week, I should have a frequent visitors pass and end the bullshit. You need my ID for what? I think they stalk me in the night. You need an anal cavity search for what? The want my unborn children. ENOUGH!
So we go to this kids Bobs home, because hes supposed to have this extravegant set up of ghouls, webs, etc, etc, etc. Without disappointment it fucking owned. It was crazy to see people all around this one house and the rest of the street pretty much bare. It was not only great it was fucking great. I was happy to show up as M.J. and be announced via intercom system. It was wonderous. I also loved busting a few moves with a clown and a mother whos only job was to pass out candy and support her children. I didnt know them, they didnt know me...but we busted some moves and I felt ashamed when I walked down those stairs. The dance just died a slow death and then it was "Okay let me get the fuck outta here" kinda feeling. I had fun dancing overall. Our friends Alex, Jordan, Peter, and Bob were all dressed up and fucking scaring small children in the darkness of the streets. Alex was a ghoul at first, I believe...I didnt catch that outfit. Alex soon turned into Tigger, which made my heart smile and a butterfly landed on a retarded boys head. Jordan was a awesomely great Michael Myers. He pulled it off very well. Peter was an old fucking hump named Harold, I reckon. It was hilarious, because you knew who it was underneath, but it was getting the most scares I think. Bob was a wizard, it had a huge head, which resembled the size of mine. I loved it though. Bob was the master DJ, and had the mic hooked up so he can greet tricks and treaters and people coming to take a looksey. Once most of the people started to filter away, and the acting of Tigger, Michael Myers, Harold, and Grand Master Flex came to an end, they began to dance. I think there was even a mock dance off between Harold and Michael Myers. Needless to say I laughed the entire time. I loved when Harold and Michael were fixing their masked hair and doing old dances such as the macarana and pow powing with their arms. It was a grand event. We spent about 1 hr and a half just standing around and laughing, taking pictures, dancing, and enjoying Halloween.
After that we all went our seperate ways, only to meet up once again. We got into regular clothes and went to grab some grub. There was about 9-10 of us there and I couldnt stop laughing. All I could say was "Im gonna die". Thats how much I was laughing. I loved how Peter came in a suit jacket and ordered a thanksgiving feast. Never a funnier site. We had great times there and I wish someone was video taping it. Never could you relive such fun moments.
We also gandered at a Polish cemetary which was lit up by hundred and hundreds of colored candles. It seriously looked like christmas lights were all around the cemetary. Just candles. I never saw anything like it, I was amazed and creeped out. It was a beautiful site to see though.
In all seriousness, with no sad use of wit added, I really had a great time with my friends this Halloween. It was easily one of the best I have ever experienced. I loved whoring up friend Sara and enjoying my high water pants. I loved going to the decorated house and hanging out to witness some of the funniest shit I have ever seen in my lifetime. I am glad I got to joke around and listen to people being bashed with joy with a group of friends, and newly met folk.
I am glad I got to share a mooning with close friends and fam. Im glad we hit a serious note at the end of the night, prayers and such. I am glad I have the friends I have, I couldnt ask for more. They can make even the dullest thing the best thing to experience. They arent typical, and they are amazingly awesome company to keep. I hope I never lose them. I love you all from the bottom of my bowels. You dont know how much joy you bring to this italian/polish girls life. I will always cherish these moments, and hope for more like it.
I hope everyone had a great Halloween. I know I did. Didnt get to spend too much time with the family, which kinda sucked. I wouldnt change the night for the world though. It was wonderful.
:) :) :)
Now if that isnt a meaningful blog entry, I dont know what is.
What a morning, afternoon and night. To start off the holiday, traditional style, I went to a meeting at work, 7:30 in the AM. Not acceptable, but I did give pitty laughs and enjoy the company of my fellow co-workers. I come to find that my bosses are actually really cool guys and genuinely want to help us out. They even asked a question such as, "So Christmas is coming up guys, what do you want? A gift? Or money?" Everyone replied with force and stamina "Money!" We truly are Subway whores. I thought it was nice, because never have I had a boss ask me what I want for Christmas (or any holiday, including the day of my birth) let alone offer the choice of money. After the meeting I booked it home, walking style. Take note that I had gotten 2 hours sleep prior to the meeting and sat through a review that was about 2 hours long. Yeah it was a great start to a hectic day.
Once our satanic rituals at Subway were done with, I headed home and got a few hours of shut eye. Wake up, eat Boo Berry Crunch and proceed to get ready for the fun filled day that was about to take place. Emily, my dear friend, was over and we got her ready. Emily was, at first, a sexy fairy with holla tastic wings and the face every male could love. Holy tits. She looked marvelous, thanks in part to me and her giens. She later turned into a club fairy, which consisted of club pants, and club shirt and wings. Club fairy. I like the idea. I would have made sweet love to her had I owned a dick. One of my sisters was a sexy nurse. Again you can thank me for the makeup and beauty, plus the whole gien thing. My other sister was a dead bride/ice queen. It was fucking scary and she was smart enough to do her own makeup and didnt ask for my help. I appreciate Colette, 'cause this bitch needed to get ready herself. The time has come for me to get my Michael Jackson gear on. I call it gear, because its not just clothing. Its gear. I got everything pretty much down, except for the white glove and child molestation charges. I did have taped fingers and tassles. So it worked out wonderfully. I will post pics here and there for viewers pleasure.
We head to the mall to take the "michael jackson almost kills his son 'Blanket' whilst trying to show fans his loved one" balcony picture. We get to the mall and this cock sucker of a "security twat" says "you cant wear masks in here". I wanted to say "Im not wearing a mask". I was too startled in disbelief that I was like "why?" and I got the "Its mall policy". I would love to take a gander at this Mall Policy record and see where it says "No Masks Allowed!" Are people serious? I could understand on a regular buisness day you dont need a fraud M.J. roaming the halls of Westfield Shopping Town, but its fucking Halloween!! I obey the policy and take it off. Oh, but once I found the balcony the mask went right back on and we gots ourself a picture. Fuck you security cunt rag shit fucker. Go suck your no cock. Im not bitter.
After the mall we hit up my friends moms house and made a gallery out of ourselves. Im really glad people enjoyed my costume as much as I did. I think I enjoyed it much much more then anyone should. I was comfortable in it. I am not Michael Jackson. We take a ride to my sisters work and yadda yadda yadda. Pictures were taken, etc.
We decide to "hit up" my friend Biggins MacGees school. Since it is/was a Sunday she had to go up to her college anyway to go to class the next day. What the fuck you think this is? We go to her dorm and say hello to the roomies and people staring at us all in our wear. It was grand to be stared at and to walk by the check in desk and go "Im Leah Lattanzi" and expect them to let me surpass their job. Then I realize what I just did and walk back shamefully to sign my ass in to her dorm. Im there like every week, I should have a frequent visitors pass and end the bullshit. You need my ID for what? I think they stalk me in the night. You need an anal cavity search for what? The want my unborn children. ENOUGH!
So we go to this kids Bobs home, because hes supposed to have this extravegant set up of ghouls, webs, etc, etc, etc. Without disappointment it fucking owned. It was crazy to see people all around this one house and the rest of the street pretty much bare. It was not only great it was fucking great. I was happy to show up as M.J. and be announced via intercom system. It was wonderous. I also loved busting a few moves with a clown and a mother whos only job was to pass out candy and support her children. I didnt know them, they didnt know me...but we busted some moves and I felt ashamed when I walked down those stairs. The dance just died a slow death and then it was "Okay let me get the fuck outta here" kinda feeling. I had fun dancing overall. Our friends Alex, Jordan, Peter, and Bob were all dressed up and fucking scaring small children in the darkness of the streets. Alex was a ghoul at first, I believe...I didnt catch that outfit. Alex soon turned into Tigger, which made my heart smile and a butterfly landed on a retarded boys head. Jordan was a awesomely great Michael Myers. He pulled it off very well. Peter was an old fucking hump named Harold, I reckon. It was hilarious, because you knew who it was underneath, but it was getting the most scares I think. Bob was a wizard, it had a huge head, which resembled the size of mine. I loved it though. Bob was the master DJ, and had the mic hooked up so he can greet tricks and treaters and people coming to take a looksey. Once most of the people started to filter away, and the acting of Tigger, Michael Myers, Harold, and Grand Master Flex came to an end, they began to dance. I think there was even a mock dance off between Harold and Michael Myers. Needless to say I laughed the entire time. I loved when Harold and Michael were fixing their masked hair and doing old dances such as the macarana and pow powing with their arms. It was a grand event. We spent about 1 hr and a half just standing around and laughing, taking pictures, dancing, and enjoying Halloween.
After that we all went our seperate ways, only to meet up once again. We got into regular clothes and went to grab some grub. There was about 9-10 of us there and I couldnt stop laughing. All I could say was "Im gonna die". Thats how much I was laughing. I loved how Peter came in a suit jacket and ordered a thanksgiving feast. Never a funnier site. We had great times there and I wish someone was video taping it. Never could you relive such fun moments.
We also gandered at a Polish cemetary which was lit up by hundred and hundreds of colored candles. It seriously looked like christmas lights were all around the cemetary. Just candles. I never saw anything like it, I was amazed and creeped out. It was a beautiful site to see though.
In all seriousness, with no sad use of wit added, I really had a great time with my friends this Halloween. It was easily one of the best I have ever experienced. I loved whoring up friend Sara and enjoying my high water pants. I loved going to the decorated house and hanging out to witness some of the funniest shit I have ever seen in my lifetime. I am glad I got to joke around and listen to people being bashed with joy with a group of friends, and newly met folk.
I am glad I got to share a mooning with close friends and fam. Im glad we hit a serious note at the end of the night, prayers and such. I am glad I have the friends I have, I couldnt ask for more. They can make even the dullest thing the best thing to experience. They arent typical, and they are amazingly awesome company to keep. I hope I never lose them. I love you all from the bottom of my bowels. You dont know how much joy you bring to this italian/polish girls life. I will always cherish these moments, and hope for more like it.
I hope everyone had a great Halloween. I know I did. Didnt get to spend too much time with the family, which kinda sucked. I wouldnt change the night for the world though. It was wonderful.
:) :) :)
Now if that isnt a meaningful blog entry, I dont know what is.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
So it seems that I havent updated in some time. Ive gotten many a notice that people are sick of reading "The Brown Bunny". Well tough fucking titty, folks. Hey how about commenting? Ever hear of it? Yeah, cant give without recieving.
Nothing has been new. Same ole' buisness happening around these parts. If you did not know I am a member of the growing team of sandwich artists. Thats right, I have choosen the "career" of sandwich artistry. Its cash flow, right? If not having money on the day you get paid is considered "cash flow", then I am rolling in the dough. It doesnt help when you sit on your glasses in your Michael Jackson costume and witness a $119 down the drain. Yeah Michael always fucks something up. No pun intended. I love thriller.
Other then sandwich making and breaking glasses, life has been dull. There are few moments in time when friends make you roar with laughter and you make up nick names and have good times, but other then those choice moments its been dull. Work, eat, sleep. Basically my day. I havent even been dragging my ass to the gym more then one day a week. Sad I know.
I gotta get into gear.
So Halloween is approaching. Approximately 6 hours and 15 minutes and some seconds. Ya know, approximately. I will be trick or treating, because I am 19. I will be Michael Jackson, because I am peter pan. I will enjoy the company of great friends, because I am being made too. I love you all, really.
Now theres an update.
Nothing has been new. Same ole' buisness happening around these parts. If you did not know I am a member of the growing team of sandwich artists. Thats right, I have choosen the "career" of sandwich artistry. Its cash flow, right? If not having money on the day you get paid is considered "cash flow", then I am rolling in the dough. It doesnt help when you sit on your glasses in your Michael Jackson costume and witness a $119 down the drain. Yeah Michael always fucks something up. No pun intended. I love thriller.
Other then sandwich making and breaking glasses, life has been dull. There are few moments in time when friends make you roar with laughter and you make up nick names and have good times, but other then those choice moments its been dull. Work, eat, sleep. Basically my day. I havent even been dragging my ass to the gym more then one day a week. Sad I know.
I gotta get into gear.
So Halloween is approaching. Approximately 6 hours and 15 minutes and some seconds. Ya know, approximately. I will be trick or treating, because I am 19. I will be Michael Jackson, because I am peter pan. I will enjoy the company of great friends, because I am being made too. I love you all, really.
Now theres an update.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
The Brown Bunny
Movie by Vincent Gallo.
Ok. I love Vincent Gallo. I think he is utterly brilliant. I absolutely crave the style of movies that he makes, and will make it a point to own all his flicks. They are kinda artsy fartsy, but they are always great. I find them to be quite hilarious and insanely quirky. Most people say "What the hell did I just watch?" or "That was crazy". I think he is amazing.
Ok, now that I have literally reamed my non existent penis up this mans ass with compliments I want to explain my experience at the movies.
The Brown Bunny. By Vincent Gallo, as previously said. Starts off rather slow, but interesting. Just strange things happen and you don't really know where the story is headed or what is going on. The ending is rather graphic. To say the least. You find out that he is going back to where he lives after his girlfriend dies from choking on her drug filled vomit after a gang rape. Hot. You don't know this till the very end, and after the graphic scene is brought forth to you. Coping with her death and the frustration is what you find the movie to basically be about.
So whats the graphic scene? Whilst walking into the movie theatre my sister points out that its rated "X". A family film. I was so glad my parents were with me to share this X rated experience. It was a cock sucking scene. Literally. Oh yeah you saw everything, the full length of the ordeal. In more ways then one. I am not scandolized by it. Just the simple fact that my mom and pop were sitting two seats down didn't make the experience "comfortable". As if it would be otherwise? All I could do was laugh and shake my head. My dad was laughing which made me laugh harder. That scene is basically the ending to the movie. So once youre done witnessing sexual favors with your parents the lights come on and you have to face them. I walked the opposite way. Its a natural happening, but I couldnt look my mom smack in the face after having shared that moment with her. We laughed about it all night. Kind of like when you are in Sex Education class and they start talking about the penis or the vagina. Yeah that kind of laughter. Needless to say, we are all very mature. I do understand why some people went to go see it alone.
It was a good movie. Just don't ask the 'rents to go with ya. Tis my only tip.
Good news. I have decided what I am being for this October 31st. Its settled. Half the costume is in hand. The mask is the most important. It will be glorious.
I will be...Michael Jackson.
Added bonus? I may just have the ass raping victim to boot. May. Not decided as of yet. I must concur the moon walk by the end of this month.
Toodles.
Movie by Vincent Gallo.
Ok. I love Vincent Gallo. I think he is utterly brilliant. I absolutely crave the style of movies that he makes, and will make it a point to own all his flicks. They are kinda artsy fartsy, but they are always great. I find them to be quite hilarious and insanely quirky. Most people say "What the hell did I just watch?" or "That was crazy". I think he is amazing.
Ok, now that I have literally reamed my non existent penis up this mans ass with compliments I want to explain my experience at the movies.
The Brown Bunny. By Vincent Gallo, as previously said. Starts off rather slow, but interesting. Just strange things happen and you don't really know where the story is headed or what is going on. The ending is rather graphic. To say the least. You find out that he is going back to where he lives after his girlfriend dies from choking on her drug filled vomit after a gang rape. Hot. You don't know this till the very end, and after the graphic scene is brought forth to you. Coping with her death and the frustration is what you find the movie to basically be about.
So whats the graphic scene? Whilst walking into the movie theatre my sister points out that its rated "X". A family film. I was so glad my parents were with me to share this X rated experience. It was a cock sucking scene. Literally. Oh yeah you saw everything, the full length of the ordeal. In more ways then one. I am not scandolized by it. Just the simple fact that my mom and pop were sitting two seats down didn't make the experience "comfortable". As if it would be otherwise? All I could do was laugh and shake my head. My dad was laughing which made me laugh harder. That scene is basically the ending to the movie. So once youre done witnessing sexual favors with your parents the lights come on and you have to face them. I walked the opposite way. Its a natural happening, but I couldnt look my mom smack in the face after having shared that moment with her. We laughed about it all night. Kind of like when you are in Sex Education class and they start talking about the penis or the vagina. Yeah that kind of laughter. Needless to say, we are all very mature. I do understand why some people went to go see it alone.
It was a good movie. Just don't ask the 'rents to go with ya. Tis my only tip.
Good news. I have decided what I am being for this October 31st. Its settled. Half the costume is in hand. The mask is the most important. It will be glorious.
I will be...Michael Jackson.
Added bonus? I may just have the ass raping victim to boot. May. Not decided as of yet. I must concur the moon walk by the end of this month.
Toodles.
Friday, October 08, 2004
NYC and more fun times at CCSU!
Care to read? You fuckin better.
C..C..S..U... It was a wonderous time. Although we did not go on any "hikes" we did check out a nice resevoir. Took a stroll up to the resevoir with good friend Emily, Alex and sister Julianna. It was a nice walk and fall in my case. Why do I try to jump off high rocks? Its fun, thats why. I couldnt care less if I broke my hip, it was a nice free fall. We made it up the hill and sat on a nice sized rock mass. I took a few pics that may or may not be displayed in this here blog at a later date. Nothing better then taking a nice walk and enjoying awesome scenery and foliage with friends.
After our stroll we headed back to the school to drop Emily off at her "gig". Security. I can take you Emily. What are you gonna do about that? Lolz. With no Emily in sight we decided to head up to this cider mill, that we hoped was open. Unfortunately, people like to close early and not bring in profit. It was disappointing, but what can ya do? Break in.
Emily gave us a call to tell us that she didnt have to work until a later time. Im glad people have their schedules organized. Ha! I love ya Em! <--I have to say that so she doesnt hate me. After finding out this devastating news we head back to her work area. The "gig" she was working, was actually a concert. The Cougars, to be exact. We decided to hang around and catch the show. There was one opening band, which brought in more audience then the main band, named Kennesaw. They were actually pretty good. I liked how after each song they would say "so ya wanna do this one next?" or they would randomly play bits and pieces of songs. All I am saying is that they were very professional. *chokes* they were good. Then the main band, The Cougars, took stage. This band consisted of a keyboardist, trumpet, saxaphone, drums and about 3 guitar players. There was more band members then there were audience members, as the band also pointed out. They were different which was good. It didnt hurt that the lead singer resembled Joaquin Phoenix. That never hurts, fellas. After the show we got a picture with the lead singer and went off on our merry way. We were gong to hang with them, but hanging with friends is better then hanging with 30 yr old balding band mates. Ha! They were good none the less, and very nice.
After the concert we got some food and headed to Emilys dorm. Emilys dorm has a room with pianos and a big screen television which we utilized on this trip. I love the piano, and was playing it while the other fuckers were watching a Boston Red Sox game. I mean, fuck them. Lolz. I enjoyed moments of the game, but was too preoccupied with the likes of the piano. After that we met up with our good friend Pete-tah. Pete-tah is thee best. Always knows how to make you laugh. We hung out with him and continued to watch more baseball. All the ladies were thrilled. I know I was. I loved scaring my sister as Pete-tah and I wore the greatest masks ever to frighten them with. It was a glorious and wonderous time. Exciting, even. The night basically ended and we headed home feeling like shit. The best way to end a night of fun.
Ok, New York City. Those three words get me excited. Lets say them again. New York City. If you havent been there, or if you think its lame you need to put a straight jacket on and let me beat you with a wet noodle. I love NYC. My good friend Jacqui and I hit up a comedy show...go figure. The show was at the Laugh Lounge in the mexicana part of town. This show was a Cringe Humor show, a part of the NYC comedy festival that was going on. www.cringehumor.net . There was about 10 comedians along with very special guests Colin Quinn and Jim Norton. Find out who these mutha fuckas are and go see a show. If you dont know who they are you really need to fall on a knife. Many comedians, including the great Robert Kelly, Jim Florentine, Patrice Oneal, Laurie Kilmartin, Rich Vos, and many more. Make sure to check out the cringe humor site to see the complete line up of people. We, unfortunately, didnt get to catch the entire show because of damn train schedules. The city that never sleeps certainly does stop at some point in the A.M. Youd think they would have a 24 hour train station. They got 24 hour crack houses. 24 hour chinese women singing "de-shan-ney" as they pass out yellow flyers with mumbled words on it. Why no transportation? The last train was at 1:30am. 1:30! The next one after that? 6am. 6am! does the 5 and a 1/2 hours really make a difference? You cant get at least two more trains to pull a run? Ugh. Besides the train schedule, which I now hate, the show was off the hook. Or the Hiz-ook for my afro american friends. Jacqui and myself had a tremendous time and we got to meet alot of people from the cringe humor site. They were all awesome. I would take them home and feed them my shit. Thats how special they are to me. They were cool ass mutha fuckas, and I wouldnt mind spending more time with them. Got to meet a couple comics and took some great pictures. We sadly headed home with the feeling of 'i wish i didnt have to leave' lingering in our gullets. Its ok though, we shall go again.
What an amazing couple of days. I sincerely had a great time with all of you. My CT friends and my NYC friends. We should all get together and gang bang. I love you all.
Rob...this is were you are mentioned. Now you do not have the pleasure of saying that you were never mentioned in my famous blog. Eat it bitch. Now, am I in yours? Doubtful. I hope you sleep well tonight. Lolz. You know yous my dawg-izzle. Ha! Peace.
Good night fuckers.
Care to read? You fuckin better.
C..C..S..U... It was a wonderous time. Although we did not go on any "hikes" we did check out a nice resevoir. Took a stroll up to the resevoir with good friend Emily, Alex and sister Julianna. It was a nice walk and fall in my case. Why do I try to jump off high rocks? Its fun, thats why. I couldnt care less if I broke my hip, it was a nice free fall. We made it up the hill and sat on a nice sized rock mass. I took a few pics that may or may not be displayed in this here blog at a later date. Nothing better then taking a nice walk and enjoying awesome scenery and foliage with friends.
After our stroll we headed back to the school to drop Emily off at her "gig". Security. I can take you Emily. What are you gonna do about that? Lolz. With no Emily in sight we decided to head up to this cider mill, that we hoped was open. Unfortunately, people like to close early and not bring in profit. It was disappointing, but what can ya do? Break in.
Emily gave us a call to tell us that she didnt have to work until a later time. Im glad people have their schedules organized. Ha! I love ya Em! <--I have to say that so she doesnt hate me. After finding out this devastating news we head back to her work area. The "gig" she was working, was actually a concert. The Cougars, to be exact. We decided to hang around and catch the show. There was one opening band, which brought in more audience then the main band, named Kennesaw. They were actually pretty good. I liked how after each song they would say "so ya wanna do this one next?" or they would randomly play bits and pieces of songs. All I am saying is that they were very professional. *chokes* they were good. Then the main band, The Cougars, took stage. This band consisted of a keyboardist, trumpet, saxaphone, drums and about 3 guitar players. There was more band members then there were audience members, as the band also pointed out. They were different which was good. It didnt hurt that the lead singer resembled Joaquin Phoenix. That never hurts, fellas. After the show we got a picture with the lead singer and went off on our merry way. We were gong to hang with them, but hanging with friends is better then hanging with 30 yr old balding band mates. Ha! They were good none the less, and very nice.
After the concert we got some food and headed to Emilys dorm. Emilys dorm has a room with pianos and a big screen television which we utilized on this trip. I love the piano, and was playing it while the other fuckers were watching a Boston Red Sox game. I mean, fuck them. Lolz. I enjoyed moments of the game, but was too preoccupied with the likes of the piano. After that we met up with our good friend Pete-tah. Pete-tah is thee best. Always knows how to make you laugh. We hung out with him and continued to watch more baseball. All the ladies were thrilled. I know I was. I loved scaring my sister as Pete-tah and I wore the greatest masks ever to frighten them with. It was a glorious and wonderous time. Exciting, even. The night basically ended and we headed home feeling like shit. The best way to end a night of fun.
Ok, New York City. Those three words get me excited. Lets say them again. New York City. If you havent been there, or if you think its lame you need to put a straight jacket on and let me beat you with a wet noodle. I love NYC. My good friend Jacqui and I hit up a comedy show...go figure. The show was at the Laugh Lounge in the mexicana part of town. This show was a Cringe Humor show, a part of the NYC comedy festival that was going on. www.cringehumor.net . There was about 10 comedians along with very special guests Colin Quinn and Jim Norton. Find out who these mutha fuckas are and go see a show. If you dont know who they are you really need to fall on a knife. Many comedians, including the great Robert Kelly, Jim Florentine, Patrice Oneal, Laurie Kilmartin, Rich Vos, and many more. Make sure to check out the cringe humor site to see the complete line up of people. We, unfortunately, didnt get to catch the entire show because of damn train schedules. The city that never sleeps certainly does stop at some point in the A.M. Youd think they would have a 24 hour train station. They got 24 hour crack houses. 24 hour chinese women singing "de-shan-ney" as they pass out yellow flyers with mumbled words on it. Why no transportation? The last train was at 1:30am. 1:30! The next one after that? 6am. 6am! does the 5 and a 1/2 hours really make a difference? You cant get at least two more trains to pull a run? Ugh. Besides the train schedule, which I now hate, the show was off the hook. Or the Hiz-ook for my afro american friends. Jacqui and myself had a tremendous time and we got to meet alot of people from the cringe humor site. They were all awesome. I would take them home and feed them my shit. Thats how special they are to me. They were cool ass mutha fuckas, and I wouldnt mind spending more time with them. Got to meet a couple comics and took some great pictures. We sadly headed home with the feeling of 'i wish i didnt have to leave' lingering in our gullets. Its ok though, we shall go again.
What an amazing couple of days. I sincerely had a great time with all of you. My CT friends and my NYC friends. We should all get together and gang bang. I love you all.
Rob...this is were you are mentioned. Now you do not have the pleasure of saying that you were never mentioned in my famous blog. Eat it bitch. Now, am I in yours? Doubtful. I hope you sleep well tonight. Lolz. You know yous my dawg-izzle. Ha! Peace.
Good night fuckers.
Friday, October 01, 2004
This is some real shit right here...
People. You encounter them everyday. Thousands and thousands of people come into contact, one way or another, with you on a daily basis. You walk past someone not knowing who they are, or what kind of life/stories they have led. You know who you are, you know the stories and events that you have gone through. Some think that no one knows what theyve been through. That is so far from the truth. If you stopped someone on the street and asked them about their life, how similiar could it turn out to be to yours? Well first, they may think you are a criminal or a mental patient and knock you over the head with a fist or a purse. What if just one of those people you asked actually tells you, and you so happen to connect with them. Its kind of amazing how we dont know anything about the people we come in contact with, but they are the people that are helping my life, your life, work. Middle finger, because someone cut you off in traffic? That just might be the person who is making your life easier in some other way. Things to think about. When I am screaming at someone because they didnt make my sandwich right I will tell myself to read my blog. My own advice. I am a hypocrite. I dont scream at sandwich making people, honest.
Back on topic...
You meet someone. Start getting to know them. You realize how similar your problems are to theirs. You make a connection. These are the people that when you go home at night you say, "Damn, I never knew" The are the people who you want to be around at all times. People who "get you". People that make you feel at ease, and comfort, when in their presence. Theres nothing better then meeting people and never wanting them to leave your life. You dont want them to just be a chapter in the story book, but in the entire novel. When you think of things to do you think of doing them with these people. Why have it any other way? Why do it alone? You now have these cool ass mutha fuckas to share experiences with. Its crazy how in just one day your views, opinions, feelings, and life can change. People. Its all about them.
I love meeting someone who knows what its like to live a life that is in close range of what mine is or was. Good people. I like people who are down for whatever, and who are just wanting to cherish every moment. How many people do you know cherish every moment? Not many. I am a victim of this sin. I have not cherished every moment of my life, or the life of others. Why? Loss of faith, loss of love, loss of trust. Combination of alot of things. You dont get the time back that has already been spent. You get no receipt, no refund, no do over. You cant turn back time, so you must enjoy the time you have been given. Leah, sometimes a bitch likes to sleep though, so does that mean I am waisting life? Considering that I asked a question that I am very well aware of and fall victim too, I shall say this. I enjoy sleep and many other activites that basically waste my life away. Is it good? No. Lately I have been getting up farely early and I will look outside and take it in. Believe it? You better. Like today, sunny with a nice breeze. Today is the day I should get up off this fucking PC and go outside and realize how good a life I have. Where am I? On a computer spilling out feelings about loving life and living it, as I sit indoors on an electronic device. I told you, hypocrite.
On a serious note. I just think that I have met some aweosme people, and appreciate that God has brought them into my life. They seem to be really spectacular and I hope to share many things with them as the days go by. As a wise man once said, "if you dont have faith, you dont have nothing". Truer words have never been spoken.
So Emily, Jacqui, Peter, and Alex thank you for coming into my life. Even if it seems odd that some of us dont know eachother as well as we'd like. I am glad God has put you people here to be present in some part of my short existence. I only hope for many more good times.
Me, saying all this with one sock on. Im not kidding about that either.
Later kidz.
People. You encounter them everyday. Thousands and thousands of people come into contact, one way or another, with you on a daily basis. You walk past someone not knowing who they are, or what kind of life/stories they have led. You know who you are, you know the stories and events that you have gone through. Some think that no one knows what theyve been through. That is so far from the truth. If you stopped someone on the street and asked them about their life, how similiar could it turn out to be to yours? Well first, they may think you are a criminal or a mental patient and knock you over the head with a fist or a purse. What if just one of those people you asked actually tells you, and you so happen to connect with them. Its kind of amazing how we dont know anything about the people we come in contact with, but they are the people that are helping my life, your life, work. Middle finger, because someone cut you off in traffic? That just might be the person who is making your life easier in some other way. Things to think about. When I am screaming at someone because they didnt make my sandwich right I will tell myself to read my blog. My own advice. I am a hypocrite. I dont scream at sandwich making people, honest.
Back on topic...
You meet someone. Start getting to know them. You realize how similar your problems are to theirs. You make a connection. These are the people that when you go home at night you say, "Damn, I never knew" The are the people who you want to be around at all times. People who "get you". People that make you feel at ease, and comfort, when in their presence. Theres nothing better then meeting people and never wanting them to leave your life. You dont want them to just be a chapter in the story book, but in the entire novel. When you think of things to do you think of doing them with these people. Why have it any other way? Why do it alone? You now have these cool ass mutha fuckas to share experiences with. Its crazy how in just one day your views, opinions, feelings, and life can change. People. Its all about them.
I love meeting someone who knows what its like to live a life that is in close range of what mine is or was. Good people. I like people who are down for whatever, and who are just wanting to cherish every moment. How many people do you know cherish every moment? Not many. I am a victim of this sin. I have not cherished every moment of my life, or the life of others. Why? Loss of faith, loss of love, loss of trust. Combination of alot of things. You dont get the time back that has already been spent. You get no receipt, no refund, no do over. You cant turn back time, so you must enjoy the time you have been given. Leah, sometimes a bitch likes to sleep though, so does that mean I am waisting life? Considering that I asked a question that I am very well aware of and fall victim too, I shall say this. I enjoy sleep and many other activites that basically waste my life away. Is it good? No. Lately I have been getting up farely early and I will look outside and take it in. Believe it? You better. Like today, sunny with a nice breeze. Today is the day I should get up off this fucking PC and go outside and realize how good a life I have. Where am I? On a computer spilling out feelings about loving life and living it, as I sit indoors on an electronic device. I told you, hypocrite.
On a serious note. I just think that I have met some aweosme people, and appreciate that God has brought them into my life. They seem to be really spectacular and I hope to share many things with them as the days go by. As a wise man once said, "if you dont have faith, you dont have nothing". Truer words have never been spoken.
So Emily, Jacqui, Peter, and Alex thank you for coming into my life. Even if it seems odd that some of us dont know eachother as well as we'd like. I am glad God has put you people here to be present in some part of my short existence. I only hope for many more good times.
Me, saying all this with one sock on. Im not kidding about that either.
Later kidz.
