The New Initiative

Shutting Down

2009-04-06T17:26:00.002-04:00

I am OFFICIALLY shutting down this website. Don't worry I've already imported all of the posts to my NEW blog, The Titan's Edge (I dunno, it sounded cool at the time). So please come by, visit and drop me a line...all none of you, lmao. Like talking to an empty room.

Tall Tales

2009-02-18T21:42:00.002-05:00

Let me tell you a story.
Andros was the third son of a Russian Blue and an Abyssinian both very proud and very regal. From his mother he inherited a keen intelligence and from his father fierce loyalty.
From the womb Andros was a willful child always up to no good. When his brothers would be playing and mewling, Andros would be off by himself exploring the wooded area in which he lived. He picked fights with larger animals unafraid for he knew his father was never far behind and would dash in when he felt Andros had learned his lesson.
When he was just a kitten his father chose him from the group of six and brought him to the top of a sacred hill.
"Andros," It was the first time he had ever heard his name, and he felt that it was good and it was right. "You are my trueson and I pass to you the knowledge of our kind."
That night his father spoke of secret things, feline things, that no other has heard before him. Andros could not quite remember it all but he knew that when the time came to pass on his knowledge it would all return to him.
When he slept he dreamed of Bast the Devourer who would come and ask him questions about his training. In his dream he knew what he was to become. But when he woke he was once more Andros the Kitten, fierce and loved.
One day, while Andros was out exploring, a squirrel fell from his perch chittering "Ratatosk!"
Andros nudged the figure as it lay silently at the base of the tree, one arm wrapped around a thick route.
"Are you alright, friend squirrel?" He asked as he sniffed.
"Please...no eating...fambaly..." The little one muttered.
Andros opened his jaws and lifted the squirrel, who muttered faint protests.
"Please...fambaly...family...needing me."
When Andros pawed the squirrel onto his back he noticed a small locket in the shape of an exquisite leaf wrapped around the his neck. It was obviously made for a human but somehow came into the squirrel's possession."
Andros ignored him and carried him, careful not to bite down too hard.
He brought the squirrel who lay watching the other children play beneath the autumn leaves.
His brothers and sisters attempted to approach him, to share in the meal but Andros fixed them with his trademarked stare, his emerald eyes thinning away their resolve. They went back to playing.
"Mother?" Andros asked as he dropped the weakened Squirrel.
"Ah, Andros. You have brought food. Your father will be pleased."
"No, Mother. He is injured. I hoped you could help him. He says his family needs him, as we would need you and father should anything happen."
The Abyssinian smiled.
"You are wise beyond your years, child. And compassionate to a fault. It is true I know the ways of the healing forest. However, why should I aid this rodent?"
"Because it is right." Andros answered, sure of himself.
His mother laughed.
"Alright, my son. I will help him. Leave him with me."
The squirrel coughed suddenly and woke, "Please...Odinson...take to Odinson." He took off the leaf shaped locket and reached it out to Andros.
"Take it my son. It is time." His mother licked his forehead as a tear fell from her eye.
Andros reached out his neck as the leaf locket wrapped itself around him. As he turned away, knowing where he must go he bid farewell to his mother. Andros looked up and saw that a figure stood atop the sacred hill watching.
"Goodbye, Andros." The winds seemed to whisper. Then the figure turned and stalked away.

To Be Continued

These Things Are Weird

2009-02-04T16:51:00.000-05:00

This is a fun little game for music heads...

1.Put your iPod (or any MP3 player or iTunes) on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
4. Tag at least 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from

1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Running Away- Hoobastank (yeah, that's a pretty good response actually)

2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Makes Me Wonder- Maroon 5 (this question does make me wonder...)

3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Surprise- Gnarls Barkley (Jen gives me plenty of surprises.)

4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Hero- Nickelback (like a hero? I suppose.)

5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Ohio (Come Back to Texas)- Bowling for Soup (I guess it's to go to Ohio)

6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Roses- Outkast (Roses are very beautiful)

7) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Walk this Way- Aerosmith feat. Run DMC (maybe that they always want to tell me how to walk? I don't know guys, what DO you think of me?)

8) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Changes- Tupac (so true)

9) WHAT IS 2+2?
Don't Touch Me- Busta Rhymes (I had to repeat this phrase in school a lot! ...damn you camp counselor...(just kidding)

10) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
I've Got You Under My Skin- Frank Sinatra (heh, funny)

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
You and Me- Lifehouse (wow, I did not see that coming)

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Apache- The Sugarhill Gang (heh, all I can think of is the Fresh Prince of Bel Air dance...that's my life story alright)

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
The Sun- Maroon 5 (...what?)

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
That's the Way I Like It- KC and the Sunshine Band (Amazing)

15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
One- U2 (not too shabby actually. I could've gotten worse)

16) WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
She Is- The Fray (At my funeral? sure why not)

17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Ordinary People- John Legend (yes, I love those ordinary people. Almost wish I was one of them)

18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger- Daft Punk (...I dunno)

19) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Something- The Beatles (

20) WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Cleanin Out My Closet- Eminem

21) HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Last Resort- Papa Roach (I'll only die as a last resort apparently)

22) WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Away From the Sun- 3 Doors Down (so I want to BE the Sun when I grow up and I regret that I'm AWAY from the sun now...makes sense)

23) WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Luck Be A Lady Tonight- Frank Sinatra

24) WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
My Generation- The Who (LMAO, so true)

25) WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
A Little Less Conversation- Elvis (apparently I want to get married and stop talking about it)

26) WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Sing for the Moment- Eminem (eerm...taking on current situations?

27) DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Overkill- Colin Hay (like this list)

28) IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
I'd Do Anything-Simple Plan (I'd do it all again, save one or two things)

29) WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Just a Friend- Biz Markie (lol)

30) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS NOTE AS?
I Wish- Stevie Wonder (so true)

When I Say "I AM A CHRISTIAN"

2009-01-13T17:06:00.001-05:00

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way"

When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it

When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge
I have no authority--I only know I'm loved

-Carol Wimmer

Going Back: 100th Post

2008-12-19T12:48:00.001-05:00

I saw this and I had to put it up. I smiled so much when I read this. It made me realize what a blessed life I've led and I hope all of you realize it too.

Going Back
Author: Unknown (Please email me if you know the source of this essay so we can give proper credit.)

Close your eyes... And go back...

Before the Internet or the AIM

Before semi automatics and weed

Before playstation2 or X-bOX

Before the 5 hours of homework you put off every night...

Way back...

I'm talkin' bout hide and go seek at dusk.

Red light, Green light.

Playing kickball & dodgeball until your porch light came on.

Mother May I?

Red Rover

four square

Hula Hoops

Running through the sprinkler

Happy Meals

Getting the privelage to sit in the front seat of the car

Wait...

Watchin' Saturday Morning cartoons

Like Hey Arnold and Doug

Or what about legends of the hidden temple, global guts, double dare, and who, ARE YOU AFFRAID OF THE DARK!

Who could forget Snick

Or the teenage mutant ninja turtles, and Power Rangers,

Christmas morning...

Your first day of school

Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses

Climbing trees

Getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck

A million mosquito bites and sticky fingers

Jumpin' down the steps

Jumpin' on the bed

Pillow fights

Runnin' till you were out of breath

Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt and you almost peed your pants

Being tired from playin' all day

Your first crush...

Rainy days at school meant playing "Heads up 7-Up" in the classroom

Remember that?

I'm not finished yet...

Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer

Giving your friends a ride on your handlebars or spokes

Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school

Class Field Trips

When nearly everyone's mom was at home when the kids got there.

When getting high was swinging on the swingset

When $5 seemed like a million, and another dollar a Miracle.

When your parents took you to McDonalds and you were so cool.

When Toys r Us overuled the "mall"

I want to go back to the time when...

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-moe"

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!"

"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "monopoly"

Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening

It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.

Being old, referred to anyone over 20.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.

Nobody was prettier than Mom

Nobody was cooler than Dad

Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better

It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.

Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare"

Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED!!!

Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up" life...

i double dog dare you

God

2008-12-17T22:40:00.002-05:00

The beauty of the Earth used to be revered by artists and attributed to God. Now those that claim to follow in those artists footsteps seek to denounce God at every turn. It's simply amazing how much absolute filth one can dig up after a few minutes seeking intellectual debate on the existence of God.

"His existence is illogical. Unexplainable. Unsanitary. Stupid. Science is disproving God every day" They cry.

Does science feel? Does it love? Can it explain the pain in your heart after a terrible ordeal? Can it heal the hatred and rage boiling inside you? Does it offer you peace in a world gone insane? I've not heard of science, nor anyone else for that matter offer me these things. Is it foolish that I accept them from some "invisible thing"?

Can you touch science? Or knowledge? Tell me, science exists doesn't it?
Where? I would like to hold science, hug science, have it embrace me. Since I can not do these things with God, why not something that the masses cling themselves to in a desperate attempt to separate themselves from an unseen deity that offers hope instead of laser surgery?

Why, in a world slowly devouring itself in its insatiable desire to destroy each other, would they seek to rip apart another piece of beauty?

This post is just a desperate plea for sanity that will go unanswered in a world that is slowly losing the morals it was built upon.

Why is it not enough for some? Why must they feel the need to shove their non-beliefs into my face? Are they not content with feeling superior to us believers?
Does this argument sound familiar? It was once used to justify the scorn of God and his followers.

Amusing isn't it?

Can you be a good person and not believe in a God?

Yes.

Are you?

Wow

2008-12-17T13:29:00.000-05:00

What is there that Microsoft WON'T do to make some money?

Weapon Of Choice - Fatboy Slim

2008-12-10T16:40:00.001-05:00

OMANOMANOMANOMANOMAN!!
It's Christopher Walken, I love this video!

Step Brothers

2008-12-04T11:11:00.001-05:00

Honestly, the movie was alright, not laugh out loud funny though. But I definitely recommend renting the DVD to hear the commentary. I'm listening to it now and laughing as I type this. I swear I wish I could download the commentary and put it on my iPod

You Say 'Tomato', I say 'Tomato'...

2008-12-03T18:21:00.001-05:00

I was looking for the origin of the song, and this little video caught my eye. Just knowing that I'd bust my ass if I ever tried to do that makes me laugh.

Star Wars Vs. Star Trek - DMP Edition HQ

2008-12-01T11:32:00.001-05:00

Hilarious.

He'd be all like "Wha?"

2008-11-21T18:20:00.002-05:00

I dreamed I was in a bus that was taking a bunch of old people to a Nazi Reunion. I was on there because the bus driver agreed to drop me off in Coney Island. I realized it was a Nazi bus when I saw the swastika on everyone's armband. But it was okay, cause I was getting off soon.
...What the hell is wrong with my subconcious?

Mr. Ordo and the Magic Cape, As Written by One Deemed Worthy by the Great Ordo

2008-11-17T12:26:00.003-05:00

Mr. Ordo and the Magic Cape
As Written by One Deemed Worthy by the Great Ordo
By Michael Padilla

A little bell jangled as I entered the out-of-the-way shop with a “Help Needed” sign out front. It was very old-fashioned, as if time had yet to touch this little slice of Victorian England. Though we were in New York City I felt as if I had entered an entirely different time and place as I had been in a moment ago.
“Hmm, yes, yes this will do…” Low muttering came from the back of the “Shop of Gifts, Gags and Greater”. Books and trinkets lined the walls each with its own price tag hanging from it, as if to give them all an individual identity. Teddy bears and helicopter-like toys stood side by side proclaiming that no prejudice was to be had here. Whether there were 3 of the same toy or 300, you would not find them in the same aisle but spread throughout the shop, standing where they deemed appropriate for themselves.
“Hello?” I whispered from the storefront. I had no wish to disturb a man hard at work but as my funds for living in this vast city were quickly diminishing, I felt that a job would be better than starvation.
“Is that you, Radames?” came the reply. Clutter and crashes drew closer from the back room as the speaker attempted to make their way into the main shop area.
“Uhm, no sir. My name’s Louis.” I called out.
“Whoops, sorry. Mind was in the 2nd century again. Those were some great times.” The voice came closer and closer until a man came spilling out of the doorway with greater grace and style than Louis could ever hope to achieve.
He wore a brown double breasted vest with shawl collar along with dark trouser and brown shoes. He reached for his very stylish (for the 19th century) derby and placed it atop his tusseled dark hair.
“Now then Louis, we must get a move on. You are half a century late and if I am to be at the High Council meeting before sunscape we must depart at once.” As he rambled on about how utterly boring these council meetings were and how once, on a dare, he had given a tug on Odin’s beard to see if it was a fake (and FYI it was, though try telling that to the High Chancellor who would hear no other side of the story), I found it in myself to speak.
“Uhm, buh, what?”
Not my greatest prose but at the time it was all I could say.
“Forgive me, I tend to ramble. Allow me to introduce myself.” He removed his hat and took a very impressive bow.
“I am the Great Ordo, Master of Midgard, Guardian of the Guild and an Artiste of Alliteration!” He finished with a flourish of his hat.
I hung around speechless, contemplating how rude it would be to turn around slowly and back out the way I came until the silence had become too unbearable.
“You are in for a wonderful surprise,” Ordo smiled and in that smile, I knew that the secrets of the universe were mine if I wanted it.
“When do we leave?” I asked with only slight visible apprehension.
“We’re already gone,” And with a wave of the staff he held, Ordo and I were off on our first adventure.

-To Be Continued-

'Twas a Turquoise Room

2008-11-08T15:01:00.003-05:00

Just a poem inspired by a student film I participated in.

“A lovely shade of blue,” he said

“Turqoise more like”, the lady read

Upon the script on which was writ

The scene they meant to act.

‘Twas a turquoise room in which they stayed

Two lovers that they wished portrayed

Upon the script on which was writ

The scene so full of tact.

The gentleman laughed, the lady sighed

“Turquoise, I meant of course,” he lied.

From the script on which was writ

Not one small ounce of fact.

‘Twas in a turquoise room they chanced

To talk and laugh and sing and dance

So said the script on which was writ

The life they meant to act.

History Repeats Itself

2008-11-06T13:11:00.002-05:00

So I went back to Lafayette. My original idea was to troll around the neighborhood looking for inspiration for my stageplay (which I have not given up on). I forget that so much stuff happened to me here and that its okay to revisit the past. I have so many fond memories in this entire neighborhood its amazing that it took so long to get me here. Maybe I've been avoiding it to get away from the not-so-fond memories. But that's no excuse to shun friends and family.
So, yes I am still going to work on that play. It started really well and I just want to continue that feeling. I feel like everything will be over when I finish writing. Even if I never become famous or make something of myself with my writing, I'll know that I've written something that I am happy with.
I did post the opening scene (titled: Ragnarok). I was going to use my scene for yet another play but realized it would work better in the one I am doing now. (I'll revise that post when I get home). Still working on a title though. The production title is "Golden Sun Over New York City" but I'm sure I won't stick with that.\
I just wish I could get some feedback from other people and I REALLY wish I had kept a journal in highschool of some kind instead of the sporadic writings and pages I usually threw away. Just to get some perspective on how I felt and how I thought other people felt during our time in high school.
Well that's all the news I have for today. I'll have more to say next time. Until then, don't stop living life and live it to the fullest.

-Michael

Just Because

2008-10-31T22:08:00.002-04:00

I found this little tidbit stumbling around the Internet. Thought other people might like it.

Just Because
by Natalie Dorsch

I walked up the door,
shut the stairs,
said my shoes,
took off my prayers,
turned off my bed,
got into the light,
all because
you kissed me goodnight.

Sigh

2008-10-11T16:19:00.004-04:00

Yeah I know, I haven't updated in a long time. But I actually have good reason. Nobody reads this shit.
And I am so very sick. So much stuff leaking out the nostrils I thought it was my brain oozing out.
Yeah I know, too much information. Deal with it.
Anyhoo, I'll probably update less frequently. I should just focus on writing things with quality instead of just doing some lame project that nobody reads.
So cheers! And here's hoping I wake up tomorrow from this sickness.

358- Sigh

2008-10-01T21:47:00.002-04:00

I need a job. I need my license. I need a car. I need an apartment. I need a degree. I need a career. I need to marry Jennifer. I need to have four kids (three boys, one girl). I need to raise them. I need to advance in my career. I need to send my kids to college. I need to retire. I need to own pay my last mortgage. I need to make my will. I need to die peacefully in my sleep...or you know in some painful way as God intended death to be.

Robocop vs Terminator

2008-09-30T18:02:00.001-04:00

I just thought this was so awesome. I know it seems like I'm cheating with this post but this is genuinely what I want to put up. Besides I don't have anything to talk about.

360- Wrinkled Jeans

2008-09-29T17:29:00.003-04:00

Here's the script to a concept I had of small five minute episodes about a group of friends. Hope you like it.

Wrinkled Jeans

A Compilation of Jack, Brian, Tammy and Sheila’s Stories By:
Michael Padilla

Sunday Drive
By Michael Padilla

(Jack and Brian are in an easily affordable car, one that doesn’t look too new but isn’t completely broken down though. There’s an air freshener (or any ornament) hanging from the rearview mirror which Brian adjusts (the mirror that is). Jack sits back listening to the music playing. Brian is driving, carelessly, as if he actually hopes something like a car accident happens.)

Jack
(excitedly) Oh I love this song
(Respect, Aretha Franklin) What you want…baby I got it
What you need…you know I got it
All I’m asking…is for a little respect-when you get home

Brian
(driving, looks over)…Dude, you’re so weird.

Jack
(confuse)What?

Brian
(shakes head)Dude…

Jack
(asking)What?

Brian
(exasperated)Why can’t I have normal friends?

Jack
Oh, you’re one to talk.

Brian
What are you talking about?

Jack
Who owns an entire stash of Beatles CD’s?

Brian
Hey

Jack
And who worships Oprah?

Brian
Hold on

Jack
And who won five bucks by putting peanut butter on his…

Brian
Dude!
Jack
I mean, seriously, Beatles?

Brian
Hey, the Beatles rock!

Jack
Man…

Brian
Shut up

Jack
Where are we going?

Brian
I dunno, I just felt like driving

Jack
…You’re like a freakin’ serial killer man

Brian
What?

Jack
You just felt like driving? And you invite me along? If you try and kill me, I’ll kick your @$$

Brian
You’re an @$$

Jack
You’re an @$$

(silence)

Brian
Hey let’s pick up Sheila and Tammy.

Jack
Why?

Brian
Why not?

Jack
I dunno

Brian
You’re so weird

Jack
I’m just asking. Where are we going to go with them?

Brian
I dunno, just someplace. Like a club or something

Jack
Alright let’s go.

Brian
Call’em up

Jack
Uh, can’t

Brian
Why not?

Jack
I lost my cell phone

Brian
You lost your cell phone?

Jack
Uh, yeah

Brian
You lost a device…that was designed to be used for emergency purposes, and keep you in contact with people at all times? You lost it?

Jack
Yes I did

Brian
(sighs) What am I gonna do with you?

Jack
(annoyed)What?

Brian
(sighs)
Lost
By Michael Padilla

Jack
We’re lost.

Brian
We’re not lost.

Jack
Dude, we’re lost.

Brian
No we’re not

Jack
Then where are we?

Brian
(shrugs)Somewhere in Nevada

Jack
We’re lost!

Brian
We’re not lost. We’re exactly where we need to be

Jack
Why do I let you drag me into these things?

Brian
The same reason why I invite you; we’ve got nothing better to do.

Jack
I’ve got things to do.

Brian
Name one

Jack
I’ve got a term paper due Thursday

Brian
Oh please, you’re done and laminated the thing anyway.

Jack
…only the third draft. And I swear laminated paper was the only kind I had left.

Brian
Laminated paper?

Jack
Just shut up and drive.

Brian
What time is it?

Jack
Eleven

Brian
Jeez

Jack
Look, there’s a gas station. Pull in and ask for directions.

Brian
Oh, we’re not going into that conversation

Jack
What conversation?

Brian
I’m not asking for directions and you say, “Why can’t men ask for directions?” and I make some lame gay joke, blah blah blah. I’m just gonna say no, and if you mention it again, I’ll stop the car, pull you out, thoroughly kick your @$$, and then drive off without you-(Jack opens his mouth as if to speak)-or over you. Got it?

Jack
…@$$

Brian
Shut up

Jack
Come on, the gas station’s right…

Brian
(stares levelly at Jack)

Jack
Fine

5 minutes of silence and driving

Brian
We made it!

Jack
What are you talking—(sees sign that says Las Vegas-10 miles)
(Looks at Brian…laughs)
DUDE!

Brian
Told you

Jack
Dude!

Brian
Who’s the best?

Jack
You freaking rock!

Brian
Yeah, I know.

Trapped
By Michael Padilla

Sheila
Brian? (calling from room)

Brian
(watching TV)Yeah!

Sheila
Come here for a second

Brian
Why?

Sheila
Just come here

Brian
Why can’t you come here?

Sheila
Cause what I want to show you is over here. So come here!

Brian
(groan) Fine! (rises from couch. Walks into room) What?

Sheila
(smiles)What do you think?

Brian
(looks into room, not sure what she wants him to notice) Uh, looks good.

Sheila
Really?

Brian
Yeah, I love it.

Sheila
You don’t think the color’s too much

Brian
Nah, I like that color. It looks good

Sheila
Brian?

Brian
Yeah?

Sheila
What color is it?
Brian
Uh, (takes a stab in the dark, looking at the drapes) purple.

Sheila
My…hair…is not…purple (angry now, kicks Brian out and slams the door.)

Brian
(hangs head)…Crap…it was a trap.

Cell Phone
By Michael Padilla

Jack
Dude, check out the new phone!

Brian
What?

Jack
Look at my new cell phone

Brian
…What’s the big deal?

Jack
What’s the big deal? Where have you been? Cell phones are the hottest thing right now!

Brian
They are?

Jack
Yeah. They have music playing capabilities, internet connections, IM technology, text messaging, ring tones, video games.

Brian
Get a computer

Jack
Yeah, but what if I’m on the go?

Brian
If you’re out the house, you should have better things to do than play video games on a freakin phone.

Jack
But what if I’m in the subway, or on a bus? Then what?

Brian
…Read a book. I’m telling you man, laziness has become portable with all this handheld crap.

Jack
You’re just jealous.

Brian
Of what? Your idiocy?

Jack
Just leave me alone

Brian
Fine. I’ll leave you and your precious cell phone alone. Maybe it can hold up a conversation with you (leaves)
Jack
Yeah, it’ll probably be an intelligent one too!(alone now. Looks at his cell phone) Brian, wait up!

A Delightful Tale of the Meeting of Two Souls
By Michael Padilla, inspired by Brian

(Sheila
You really asked him to write this?

Brian
Of course. It’s been running through his mind, but it wasn’t until I pushed him to write it that he decided to.

Sheila
Aww (hugs Brian) )

(Fun scene. Jack, Tammy, Sheila and Brian, laughing and drinking. Doesn’t have to be liquor, soda is just fine. They’re in an apartment, music is on, not blasting, but giving the scene a fun quality.)

Brian
So then she—(starts laughing, and so does Sheila) Then she asked- “Who discovered America?” And before I could answer, she asked “Was it…” (breaks out laughing) “Was it…GEORGE JEFFERSON! (laughing harder, as is the rest of them.)

Jack
(starts singing the Jefferson’s theme song)
We’re movin on up

Sheila
I was trying to say George Washington, or Thomas Jefferson!

Brian
But honey, those are—(laughs)-those are both wrong too!

Tammy
Columbus, sweetie, Columbus (the group laughs)

Brian
Oh God, that was funny

Jack
So, (takes a drink), you guys met in high school?

Brian
Met? Not exactly the word I’d use.

Tammy
What do you mean?

Sheila
We kind of threw ourselves at each other

Jack
What?

Brian
We were the only sane ones in that whole crap school. Everyone else was crazy.
Tammy
Crazy how?

Sheila
(serious)No one else liked drinking chocolate syrup straight from the bottle.

Tammy & Jack
(silence)

Tammy
What?

Brian
Oh no, there’s more. No one else danced in the middle of the street for no reason, no one else sang at the top of their lungs when there was silence. You know, everyone thinks that aliens don’t exist?

Tammy & Jack
(silence)

Sheila
(To Brian) They don’t get it.

Brian
(shakes head)I knew they wouldn’t

Sheila
Let’s try again. In their language this time

Brian
Fine. You start.

Sheila
No you start. Their language is so boring.

Brian
Fine. (Turns to Tammy and Jack) Where do you find the most comfort?

Jack
What?

Sheila
Where do you feel the most comfortable? Where nothing can hurt you. The safest place in the world.

Jack
The library (Jack and Tammy laugh, but Brian and Sheila don’t)

Brian
Now picture, wherever you are, every step you take. You are always in a library. Always safe and never in any harm. You know exactly where you are, all the time, every where you go. But every step is unforgettable, and special, and just absolutely perfect. You can’t get hurt, and you’re never lost, cause you know exactly where you are.
Jack
That would be great.

Brian
That’s us.

Sheila
When we’re together.

Tammy
Aw (wipes away a tear) Why can’t you be like that! (hits Jack over the head)

Jack
Ow, what!?

Tammy
Dummy…

Brian & Sheila
(laughing and looking at each other)

(Sheila
Oh, wow, that was so sweet.

Brian
I dunno. I can’t believe he made me say that stuff

Sheila
He didn’t make you say anything and you know it

Brian
(hangs head in shame) Fine, he didn’t. I said it on my own

Sheila
(hugs him) Thanks)

Chain Letter
By Michael Padilla

Jack
Bri-an! (whiny, runs into room)

Brian
(on computer) What?

Jack
I was on the computer

Brian
No you weren’t

Jack
(seriously)Yes I was. I was just on MySpace

Brian
(mockingly)No, you were just in YourKitchen

Jack
I was on the computer.

Brian
Then you got off and I got on. Why aren’t you getting this?

Jack
This isn’t funny. I got to post a bulletin or I’m gonna have bad luck with women for twelve years

Brian
(silence)

Jack
What?

Brian
You’ve had bad luck with women since I’ve known you. Why would a letter change that?

Jack
Chain letters are no joke. One of my friends has a friend who knows a guy who didn’t pass on a chain letter to seven people in the fifteen minute time limit and he died three years later.

Brian
What’d he die of?

Jack
I don’t know.

Brian
What was his name?

Jack
I don’t know

Brian
Where was he from?

Jack
I don’t know

Brian
If you don’t get out of my face with this chain letter crap, I’m gonna kill you.

Jack
Fine…but if Tammy breaks up with me, it’s your fault

Brian
When Tammy breaks up with you, it’ll be because you’re too busy sending chain letters to people who don’t give a crap.

361- Reviews

2008-09-28T18:04:00.002-04:00

I gotta stop listening to movie reviews. I actually enjoyed Drillbit Taylor when every review I read said it sucked. Anyway I don't really have an entry for today. I felt a little weird I guess, but that's about it. I hope it's gone. Well that's all sports fans...(god that's gay) Peace out.

Mario For President

2008-09-27T22:16:00.001-04:00

I know who I'm voting for.

362- Hmm

2008-09-27T17:53:00.003-04:00

For some reason, the pic that I wanted to put up didn't show up yesterday, gonna have to fix that. I'll figure it out later when I'm at home.
I'm at Jennifer's house which I do every Saturday. I love her so much. We already have an awesome idea for our wedding dance. We saw it online. I'm not letting the secret out though, but I hope it goes well. It'll have to be top secret...mwahaha.
Anyhoo, (I actually tried to spell check anyhoo before I remembered that it wasn't a real word.) I saw Sweeney Todd today, finally. I gotta say, that was one amazing movie. I was stunned speechless. Plus I've been scaring Jennifer all day, holding knives and looking at her menacingly. Priceless.

UPDATE: R.I.P. Paul Newman. God knows you deserve to rest you talented bastard.

Also, I've decided to compete in NaNoWriMo. By the end of November I will have completed a 50,000 word novel. The point of it is to crank out some writing no matter how God-awful it may be. Hopefully, I'll stick with this. I'll post some excerpts and updates and I hope some of my readers [all none of you] will join in too.

363- Sneakers

2008-09-26T18:28:00.003-04:00

True words to live by. Plus, I miss those sneakers. My mom threw them away when I went out one day. *sniff* RIP dirty sneakers.

364- Dream

2008-09-25T07:39:00.002-04:00

I dreamed Jennifer had amnesia and forgot all about me and went off with some other guy. And in order to get over her I turned to someone. But I still couldn't go through with it.
It was something akin to a nightmare and scared the shit out of me when I woke up. I didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear that I'd be thrust back into that horrible place. So I just got up and went for a little walk.
I guess I'll talk more about my day later...like when it actually happens.
To be continued.

Continued:
Okay, just had my dream interpreted with help from a friend...and the internet. So let's just put all the pieces together and see what we get:

Girlfriend
To see your girlfriend in your dream, represents your waking relationship with her and how you feel about her.

Okay that's not so bad. Let's keep going:

Amnesia:
To dream that you have amnesia, suggests that you are trying to block out the rejected or negative aspect of yourself. You are afraid of change.

I'm afraid my girlfriend will see negative aspects of me. Still making sense.

Ex: What you learn from that previous relationship may need to be applied to the present one so that you do no repeat the same mistake. Alternatively, past lovers often highlight the positive experiences you had with that person.

Alright so I need to apply what I've learned in a past relationship to my current relationship or my girlfriend might see the negative aspects of my personality and leave me for some douche.

Got it, Sub-Conscious, thanks for the heads up.
Amateur psychology brought to you by the Dream Moods Dictionary.

365 Blogging

2008-09-24T19:45:00.002-04:00

I am going to update my blog, once a day, every day for the next year. This should be interesting...

Substance

2008-09-23T22:34:00.002-04:00

I guess I haven't really written anything substantial in a while. I mean, everything in my life is going good right now and I guess that's not very interesting is it? Let's see:
Well I'm nineteen now. I didn't make a big deal of my birthday this year (Sept. 13) but whether I like it or not, the date keeps sneaking up and low blowing me every year. I guess it's not so bad, I just wish I was doing more with my youth right now.
Oh jeez, here comes the emo part of the post.
Nah, I'll just say I have no complaints. I'm trying to write, as you can see from the short stories posted sporadically for the past few weeks. I'm not sure what good they're doing seeing as how I have about a total of ONE reader (hey babe, love you). I guess it's a way for me to be me, I just wish I could be me with more people watching.
I'm needy like that.
Well, until next time I guess. If I come with something better to say I'll add to it. Just wish I could get ONE comment at least...I'm just saying.

The Warrior and the Fox

2008-09-21T20:03:00.001-04:00

The rain beat down on the earth with unusual ferocity. The warrior sped down the trodden dirt road searching for some form of shelter. His straw hat protected his shoulders and head but his feet and robes were soaked, his sandals beginning to fall apart. As he rounded a bend in the road he came across a small temple, seemingly abandoned. He slowed to a brisk pace and raised his fist to knock on the door. When he had knocked on it three times, it opened silently of its own accord.
“Hello?” The warrior called listening closely for a reply. When none came, the warrior removed his clothing to dry them out and built a fire in the middle of the empty room. He put on the extra robe he carried mostly to sleep in. He removed his sword, Moonblade, from its scabbard and cleaned and polished it. When he was done he set it aside and began his rigorous training regimen for the night. The rain continued to splash down with all the might the heavens could muster. Lightning tore through the skies and thunder struck it’s mighty drums.
He was nearly done with his exercises when he heard a chilling sound from the doorway. He looked up quickly, his hand reaching for Moonblade.
“Who is there?” he asked, prepared for bandits or wolves. But unprepared for the truth.
She was beautiful. Her skin, smooth and pale, her hair soft and shimmering in the rain. She stood silently, watching him. She reminded him of a curious kitten with her large eyes and slender form.
“Are you alright?” he asked of her, letting down his guard.
She did not answer. She stepped into the room, her feet gently padding the wooden floor.
“What are you--?” He did not have time to answer as she pressed his lips against hers, almost urgently. He responded in kind, though he was unaccustomed to this very forward way.
She undid the sash of his traveling robes and her fingers moved deftly across his body. She set his nerves on fire and excited his desires until he felt he could not contain himself. He grabbed her and thrust her to the ground. A smile played across her lips, enticing him to take her, to keep her, to make her his and his alone. The warrior could not remember a time he felt this aroused. Her body responded to his, perfectly in tune with his natural rhythm. His thrusts reached deep inside her and she responded with pleasured noises, which inflamed his urges all the more.
When he had finished with a shuddering release, he collapsed beside her, panting heavily. He turned his head to look at her beautiful form. She slept soundlessly, occasionally shifting positions. Her chest rose with each breath, which kindled his desires further. He lay on his back and shut his eyes, falling asleep instantly.
When he had woken, he sat up quickly, looking around the sunlit hall. The beautiful woman was nowhere to be found.
The warrior packed up his belongings and tied his sword into his sash, still confused by the night’s events.
As he stepped into the brightness of the morning sun he looked to the top of a small hill that stood by the road. A fox stared intently at him. As he began to travel he made a sign with his hands to ward against evil.
“Spirit,” he whispered. He grabbed his sword and trotted away quickly, eager to leave this haunted temple.
His son, Kitsune, and daughter, Takara, was born a month later and became legendary warriors. That is another story.

Awesome Drums

2008-09-02T16:50:00.001-04:00

See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.

Eden

2008-08-20T11:21:00.003-04:00

Most people think that Original Sin was a fruit. It was actually the juicy sweetness of that fruit that led to the true Sin.
Adam and Eve lay wrapped together beneath the Tree that Father had expressly forbid them from. They had barely realized what was happening before their passion had overcome them and they had taken part in what would soon become a reckless action in which many would indulge themselves with.
Eve moaned as Adam touched the small of her back with his finger.
"The Serpent taught you such things?" He asked as he kissed her bare shoulder.
"And more. He says it is the way we are meant to create more of us."
"Is that what Father wants?" Adam asked half-heartedly.
Eve purred. "What do you want?" she whispered and kissed him on his neck.
Inwardly, Adam and Eve knew this to be an empty gesture but desire had long since overcome reason.
A rustle alerted Adam to another's presence.
"It is Father. He has returned from His Kingdom."
"What will we do? He must not see us like this."
"Quickly, into the bushes!" Adam hissed as he pushed her ahead of him.
He felt something which confused him. A feeling that turned his stomach and set his heart pounding.
It was guilt. And fear.
Adam had never felt it before but the fruit from the Tree had stripped away what innocence they had once held.
"My children? Where are you?" The Father called.
'You know exactly where we are and what we've done', Adam thought bitterly. Then he chastised himself. What were these new ideas that pressed forward in his mind?
Guilt-ridden and to Eve's protest, Adam stood and replied, "I am here. I heard you in the Garden and I was afraid because I was naked. So I hid." Adam looked away in shame.
Father spoke, softly "Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the Tree that I commanded you to stay away from?"
Before he knew what he was saying, he spoke "The woman. The woman you put here with me-she gave me some of the fruit. And I ate it." Adam hardly heard what he was saying. He only hoped he had said enough to escape punishment.
He could sense the shame Father felt but Adam did not want to share the blame. Father turned to where Eve hesitantly rose from the bushes.
"What is this you have done?" He asked her.
Eve looked at Him and, calming her nerves said "The Serpent decieved me and I ate."
After the Lord had handed out His punishments, (pain for the duration of Eve's child-bearing, a lifetime of work for Adam and a curse upon the grinning Serpent), Adam and Eve stepped out from the Garden. Eve held her belly with one hand where she knew her child was to grow. Adam held a shepherd's crook that Father had crafted for him. They did not speak for miles.
Father summoned Michael, the angel who would one day seize the Dragon and seal him away for a thousand years.
"Set your best Soldier to guard this gate." He commanded.
Michael bowed and replied, "Yes, my Lord."
Before Michael turned to fly off, he chased away a snake that had slithered past his feet.
The Lord looked toward the serpent.
"Of all my Children, yours will be the hardest road to take, Fallen One." There was no sadness. Only Truth.

Hard to Imagine

2008-08-12T18:20:00.000-04:00

I know I shouldn't complain. I know that. But I don't care. I am sick of my house.
I wish I could move out. I do. There's just no space for 4 kids in that apartment anymore. So I need to grow up already. I'm butting heads with anyone who tells me that I don't do anything and it's just tiring now.
I wish I could just tell them off, or curse or do something to get this feeling out of me. But sharing emotions was never really a big thing in my family.
Don't get me wrong I did it anyway. But usually I just get told off, or made fun of or told that I'm being overly dramatic and usually I am. But you'd think they'd know me by now.
Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. All this talking is just stupidity. I'm just "being an idiot" as my sister would say.
My siblings don't even look up to me. I'm such a screw up.
I don't even care anymore. I'm just drifting through that place until I move out anyway.
I don't do anything because I don't care anymore.
I'm about to get caught in the rain.
This day is just fucking perfect.

Creation

2008-08-10T00:01:00.000-04:00

It was beautiful. A work of art, really. Never before had something like it been made. He had dabbled in a few prototypes but they hadn't come out the way they had meant to. He couldn't figure out why.
And then, as if lightning had struck, the answer was clear.
Blue.
He needed Blue.
He had never seen Blue, had never touched it or tasted it. He had never loved it or hated it. He just needed it.
He thought of Blue.
And then He sneezed.
"Well," He thought aloud, as He examined the spherical model that hung in suspension. "I suppose they'll have to make due with a blue ocean AND a blue sky. They'll question it of course, but I think it looks rather fetching. Hopefully one or two will appreciate it."
He smiled to Himself and continued His work.

Thought of the Day

2008-08-05T12:46:00.000-04:00

Is generosity just an excuse for that guilty feeling you get in the pit of your stomach?
Just wanted get that thought out of my head.

My New Phone

2008-08-01T16:19:00.000-04:00

Mikey

The waterfall was just an excuse to send this message. I officially have a new phone, the Tmobile Dash, which is freakin awesome.

I cant wait for Kung Fu Movie Night tomorrow. =P

Caught Off Guard

2008-07-26T20:08:00.000-04:00

Finally caught her! Love you, Jen. This was at Coney Island when I brought my brother.

Official Watchmen Trailer

2008-07-23T18:17:00.001-04:00

I can not freaking wait to watch The Watchmen!

Looks Like Rain

2008-07-18T14:23:00.005-04:00

The rain danced across the window as the tap-tap-tapping sounds became more distinct with each drop. The light of the moon crept onto the bed and shone across her sleeping face. She resembled a perfect marble statue, carved to represent some goddess worshiped for her beauty.
I smiled as I stroked her raven hair, shining in the pale moonlight.
My hand wanders from her hair to her slender neck to the curve of her back. I feel the texture of her skin, smoother than silk and just as fragile.
She smells of vanilla.
Her eyes open, squinting to adjust to the light, or lack of. She looks at me and whispers in the voice of an angel:
"Hi."
"Hi," I smile.
We are both as happy as if we had invented love-making and could do it better than any other couple in the world ever did.
Then I wake up. I slowly get dressed and prepare myself for the day ahead. I take a quick glance out the window as I put on my shirt. I smile.
Looks like rain tonight.

2008-07-16T17:51:00.001-04:00

The Sins We Know

2008-07-15T10:59:00.002-04:00

Some may speak to you of Sin;
Mostly of her daughter Hate.
Very few will mention Greed,
But number more than Pride, of late.

Of Envy, none shall ever speak,
Nor mention Lust, his counterpart.
Though some of each, we all have felt
In shadowed corners of our hearts.

Sloth is old and wise and gray
Integral to the Fall of Man.
And Gluttony, that fat young rouge,
will lend a pudgy helping hand.

Be wary in the next choice you make,
Or risk losing all you bear.
You'll never see the face of Sin,
Till she is no longer there.

Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch

2008-07-15T10:39:00.001-04:00

I remembered this today for no reason at all, lmao.

Ghosts

2008-07-12T13:59:00.003-04:00

Most of this is true.
I used to believe in ghosts.
Maybe I was only trying to be unique. But I like to think that once, even for a moment, I believed in ghosts.
I remember in the dead of night, when restless sleep was all I could afford, a solitary hand print revealed itself on my wall. The hand print was not made in paint or even, God forbid, blood. No it was something that could only be seen if the light from your doorway glanced across the wall just right.
I remember huddling in my blanket feeling a sudden chill as I stared ceaselessly at that hand print. It was at such an odd angle and at such an odd height that I knew no one in the house could have done it. I started to weave the story of my ghost and exactly why he was trying to escape for if it was for an evil purpose I would have to stop him. But if it was for salvation I would help him, if only to get him out of the house.
I've always had an overactive imagination, even for a child. Whispers began to form in my head, whispers of a ghost who wished only to belong.
His intentions were not cruel, but still he hurt those around him without meaning too. It was a personal Hell, designed by some demented Harlequin that he be trapped in a house where most of the people he hurt were children.
He had been doing a fine job of holding back all of the Pain and Suffering, but still each year, he had to release some of it to loosen the strain.
A broken arm here, an argument there, a few dead pets. But the family was happy.
I thanked my ghost every chance I got and vowed to find a way to help him out of his torture cell.
And then I discovered girls and stopped believing in ghosts.

Going Ape

2008-06-30T13:38:00.001-04:00

The Bronx Zoo was awesome!

2008-06-20T12:22:00.001-04:00

I wonder if this works...anyway its the Ultimate Straw!

Wanted

2008-06-18T14:18:00.003-04:00

I haven't posted in a while, mostly because I have been restricted from using computers. LUCKILY, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! MWAHAHAHA!
Anywho, I went to Borders and sat around for about an hour reading the Wanted series by Mark Millar. It was insane. It was a decent storyline and good characters. But it didn't feel as solid as I thought it should be. Maybe it was because I read it in one sitting, but I just felt a little rushed through the storyline. Anyway it was a still a great book and judging by the previews (the Russian previews, not the wussie American previews) it's gonnna be a great movie.
Well that's about all I have to say.
Oh yeah, I am working on a play. I don't have a title yet but it sure to be tons of fun. A little bit is based on my life and anyone who knows me will be able to guess the characters, but I like to think that although there's a little of me in there, anyone will be able to relate to it. I'll put up the first scene as a teaser one day, but I'm still learning the techniques of playwriting. Hopefully I'll get a little better at it, become famous and then, I won't have to get a job.
Until next time, True Believers!
Excelsior!

Who's on first?

2008-05-31T17:08:00.001-04:00

A classic in comedy, I love every second of this sketch.

Finals

2008-05-22T11:03:00.002-04:00

I'm a little dazed with how serious some students take these exams. Speaking as a freshman who hasn't had the time to let it sink in that this IS his future, it's just a little bewildering how much is dictated to students instead learned by them. Do you understand? Instead of just reading a book, I'd like to explore the subject in total. But these are just the unheard cries of another lackluster student looking to make a quick post about how unfair the world is.

On the contrary, I don't believe the world is unfair at all. There are just some things I'd do differently if I could. Is that suddenly a crime?

Look at me, explaining myself to my invisible persecutors. It's odd that I think such things when I've led such a blessed life. But isn't that the crux of expressing myself? To talk about the wrongs? The rights are so boring.

But I digress. Let it be known, that from here forward, I will...do exactly as society dictates and attempt to destroy the box they put me in all at the same time.

All of these contradictions in my life can not be healthy at all.

I want to be the artistic poet, prone to fits of rage and passion, while at the same time, I'd simply want to be the lovable screw up who cleans up his act at the end, and then I'd like to be the popular kind-hearted kid with a lot to offer the world.

All of these different personae struggle to take over my personality and I end up pleasing different people at the same time. I've only ever been my true self around Jennifer, which I guess is why no one realizes exactly WHY she fell for me (hell, even I think she lost a bet). There might have been a few others but I really can't tell when I'm myself and when I'm the starving artist, or joking lover-boy.

I used to love being miserable, which is why I pushed myself into all types of situations. I could talk about them, but why bother. All of you who read this were probably THERE for the story anyway, so whatever.

That's basically all I have to talk about. I'm just sitting here waiting until 1:00 for my next final...I should really be studying...shit, oh well. Here I go.

Peace be upon you,

Michael

I Am Legend

2008-05-19T14:06:00.001-04:00

My name is Michael. I am a survivor living in New York City. I am posting on all blog-related sites, including Blogger, LiveJournal, WordPress, Xanga, MySpace and Facebook. I will be in the IRC chatroom "Survivors" everyday at mid-day when my Wi-Fi is at its strongest. If you are out there...if anyone is out there...I can provide Internet Access, I can provide hardware and software, I can provide internet security. If there's anybody out there...anybody...please. You are not alone.

Star Wars according to a 3 year old.

2008-05-17T08:06:00.001-04:00

A 3-year-old explains one of the greatest movies of all time in terms we can all understand.

It's Just School

2008-05-16T19:15:00.001-04:00

I have been badly hyped up for college. It's just another school. I mean it was supposed to be different right? I was supposed to be initiated into some type of secret society, and win the presidential elections for the Greek house of Geeks, and teach everyone that it's okay to be different. And I was supposed to learn not to treat girls like objects or something.
It's JUST ANOTHER SCHOOL people. School, School, School, Job, Marriage, Kids, Mortgage, Death. That's about all people want from you, isn't it? Nah that's not me. I'm going to enjoy every second of my life from my wedding to the birth of my grandkids. My job, or the school I went to, is not going to define who I am. My name is Michael and I'm a passionate young man who loves a good book and my beautiful girlfriend.

The Internet is for Porn!

2008-05-10T21:45:00.003-04:00

What can I say about Avenue Q that hasn't been said already? It's fan-freakin-tastic is what! My girlfriend took me out to see it today and all I can say is "Wow!" The show is indescribably witty, a perfect balance of humor and real life issues and a hilarious mix of porn jokes and love songs.

So to all you theater-goers or crude-humor-fans, this a definite must-see, as soon as you can.

Oh and Happy Anniversary. Two years and still going strong!

May 12

2008-05-10T10:46:00.000-04:00

It was the sweetest kiss I ever had. Lips slightly parted (not too much but enough to hold interest), eyes closed, the shade of the tall tree protecting us from the fierce rays of that Spring's sun. I knew I had found her. That mythical and elusive High School Sweetheart, whom we all secretly wished we could find, but few of us ever did.
We withdrew hesitantly and opened our eyes. She smiled and looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes. The gentle wind played across her hair, as if some gentle spirit were watching over her and approved of our love...love. This was a new kind of love for me. It felt real, solid.
"Wow," I whispered, to break the tension.
"I know," she laughed.
We held hand and talked the rest of the way to her house. For a moment I considered staying with her forever, but realized this was impossible for now because I still had my family to take care of and grow up with.
But somewhere, deep inside me, a place I hardly knew existed, wanted this to be it. This would be the girl I would spend the rest of my life with. I know I was young and still didn't know what "love" was. But this was the girl that I wanted to learn with.
I love her and I'll love her for the rest of my life.

Happy Anniversary Jennifer!

Hi, I'm a Marvel...and I'm Batman. (Marvel/DC Parody) Part 2

2008-05-04T18:11:00.001-04:00

Hilarious.

Rat Race

2008-04-30T12:11:00.002-04:00

I've never thought of race or religion as a factor for love. How can a person restrict themselves to a certain culture or skin color. Maybe I don't understand the edicts or requirements such a culture would follow. Maybe I presume too much in assuming that such marriages can be nothing but unhappy and forced. It's just a hard thing to imagine, an invisible wall of beliefs and ideals holding me back from experiencing the world.

Quick write on the subway:

2008-03-30T21:31:00.000-04:00

It couldn’t have been more than a glance. But in that moment we knew everything about each other. Our strengths, our weakness, our fears, our love, our hate, poured through each other’s minds like wildfire. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was chance. Perhaps, at that same exact moment, we were both searching for that connection between two human beings that few ever truly achieve.

The soft light played on her dark eyes until they nearly glowed in an unearthly fashion as if some goddess took pity on a brave tortured soul and descended from the heavens above to offer rest and respite.

A smile played upon her lips as our eyes avoided each other both fascinated and terrified of that moment of bursting clarity. We at once loved and hated the other for what we were capable of…

Feeling Weird

2008-03-28T20:56:00.004-04:00

I am physically exhausted, but from what I have no idea. The only notable thing I did today was four bags of laundry and some cleaning around the house which really isn’t that big a deal. It could be lack of sleep but that’s never bothered me before. My shoulders ache and my eyes are struggling to stay open. I yawn every few minutes. I’d sleep but if I even dare, I’m yelled at for not doing anything today. Doesn’t matter how I feel, it only depends on what I did.
Did I mention I have a headache throbbing with the force of an earthquake?
Maybe I’m sick. But if I admit that now, I won’t be able to go out to Jen's tomorrow.
“So you’re sick at home, but you’re perfectly fine at her house?”
I need to move out. Not because I’m unwanted. I understand I’ll always have a place at home. There’s no real financial strain, not like there would have been some odd years ago. It’s just that time. I don’t know what’s holding me back. I can’t even feel anything. It’s like, whenever I think about it I’m just…indifferent. This is just as bad as some mental block, probably even worse.
Of course I can never tell this to anyone. It’d just be over-dramatic. And who knows, it probably is. All I can say is that word that has cursed parent-kind for years and given teenagers the power to frustrate adults to no end: Whatever.

Fun with Photoshop

2008-03-27T20:20:00.000-04:00

So I've been having fun with a few photoshop tricks and things have been looking pretty cool so far. I'm also trying out Picasa. I really need to save up for a camera. I think I'd like to take a photography class too. That'd be pretty cool. Anyway, most probably more to come, and hopefully a little better.

Waiter Rant is my Hero!

2008-02-29T13:19:00.002-05:00

I'm going to be working in a restaurant soon. At least it's a job right! I can hardly wait. The best part about it is that I'll be making more money than I did at Toys R US, (which wouldn't have been able to pay for a phone bill let alone support my apartment quest). That's about all I have in the way of news. That earlier post will be finished, promise, I'm just getting my thoughts together. You can't bash a country without all the facts, so I'll try that whole researching thing. You know, where you crack open a book...and read..it..zzzzz...Wazzat what? Oh..uhm, yeah, until next time true believers!

"God is Just "

2008-02-25T12:42:00.002-05:00

"I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep forever."

-Thomas Jefferson

Although Tommy speaks of the judgment that the practitioners of slavery will have to undergo, I believe it can very well pertain to events concerning a certain newsworthy war that most have dubbed unjust.
I don't know what it is like to be a soldier. I am a soft, lazy man who is very used to the "comforts" brought on by this nation's economy, to which I am forever grateful. Soldier's go through intense physical and mental training in preparation for the hardships of war.
--To be Continued, due to class time--

Architect/Neo Dialogue

2008-02-24T18:10:00.002-05:00

The Architect - Hello, Neo.

Neo - Who are you?

The Architect - I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I've been

waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has

altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of

my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not.

Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you

may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.

Neo - Why am I here?

The Architect - Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced

equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the

eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have

been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of

mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid

it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control.

Which has led you, inexorably, here.

Neo - You haven't answered my question.

The Architect - Quite right. Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Others? What others? How many? Answer me!"*

The Architect - The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting

from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the

next, in which case this is the sixth version.

*Again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Five versions? Three? I've been lied too. This is bullshit."*

Neo: There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

The Architect - Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the

anomaly's systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic

equations.

*Once again, the responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors:

"You can't control me! F*ck you! I'm going to kill you! You can't make

me do anything!*

Neo - Choice. The problem is choice.

*The scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architect's room*

The Architect - The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.

Neo - The Oracle.

The Architect - Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.

Neo - This is about Zion.

The Architect - You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.

Neo - Bullshit.

*The responses of the other Ones appear on the monitors: "Bullshit!"*

The Architect - Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

*Scene cuts to Trinity fighting an agent, and then back to the Architects room.*

The Architect - The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.

Neo - You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.

The Architect - There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

*The Architect presses a button on a pen that he is holding, and images of people from all over the matrix appear on the monitors*

The Architect - It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were by design based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love.

*Images of Trinity fighting the agent from Neo's dream appear on the monitors*

Neo - Trinity.

The Architect - Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

Neo - No!

The Architect - Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you're going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it.

*Neo walks to the door on his left*

The Architect - Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

Neo - If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.

The Architect - We won't.

Body tricks everyone should know!

2008-01-16T23:31:00.001-05:00

So I picked this up while stumbling across the internet. It was a pretty cool article: Here's the original link with more tricks.

1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear!

When
you were 9, playing your armpit was a cool trick. Now, as an adult, you
can still appreciate a good body-based feat, but you're more
discriminating. Take that tickle in your throat; it's not worth gagging
over. Here's a better way to scratch your itch: "When the nerves in the
ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a
muscle spasm," says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose,
and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. "This spasm
relieves the tickle."

3. Overcome your most primal urge!

Need
to pee? No bathroom nearby? Fantasize about Jessica Simpson. Thinking
about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won't feel as much discomfort,
says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the
Baylor College of Medicine. For best results, try Simpson's "These
Boots Are Made for Walking" video.

4. Feel no pain!

German
researchers have discovered that coughing during an injection can
lessen the pain of the needle stick. According to Taras Usichenko,
author of a study on the phenomenon, the trick causes a sudden,
temporary rise in pressure in the chest and spinal canal, inhibiting
the pain-conducting structures of the spinal cord.

5. Clear your stuffed nose!

Forget
Sudafed. An easier, quicker, and cheaper way to relieve sinus pressure
is by alternately thrusting your tongue against the roof of your mouth,
then pressing between your eyebrows with one finger. This causes the
vomer bone, which runs through the nasal passages to the mouth, to rock
back and forth, says Lisa DeStefano, D.O., an assistant professor at
the Michigan State University college of osteopathic medicine. The
motion loosens congestion; after 20 seconds, you'll feel your sinuses
start to drain.

8. Make burns disappear!
When
you accidentally singe your finger on the stove, clean the skin and
apply light pressure with the finger pads of your unmarred hand. Ice
will relieve your pain more quickly, Dr. DeStefano says, but since the
natual method brings the burned skin back to a normal temperature, the
skin is less likely to blister.
10. Unstitch your side!
If
you're like most people, when you run, you exhale as your right foot
hits the ground. This puts downward pressure on your liver (which lives
on your right side), which then tugs at the diaphragm and creates a
side stitch, according to The Doctors Book of Home Remedies for Men.
The fix: Exhale as your left foot strikes the ground.
13. Thaw your brain!
Too
much Chipwich too fast will freeze the brains of lesser men. As for
you, press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, covering as
much as you can. "Since the nerves in the roof of your mouth get
extremely cold, your body thinks your brain is freezing, too," says
Abo. "In compensating, it overheats, causing an ice-cream headache."
The more pressure you apply to the roof of your mouth, the faster your
headache will subside.
15. Wake the dead!
If
your hand falls asleep while you're driving or sitting in an odd
position, rock your head from side to side. It'll painlessly banish
your pins and needles in less than a minute, says Dr. DeStefano. A
tingly hand or arm is often the result of compression in the bundle of
nerves in your neck; loosening your neck muscles releases the pressure.
Compressed nerves lower in the body govern the feet, so don't let your
sleeping dogs lie. Stand up and walk around.
18. Read minds!
Your
own! "If you're giving a speech the next day, review it before falling
asleep," says Candi Heimgartner, an instructor of biological sciences
at the University of Idaho. Since most memory consolidation happens
during sleep, anything you read right before bed is more likely to be
encoded as long-term memory.

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PastMe sent a letter to FutureMe (which I guess is now PresentMe...or something)

2008-01-14T21:09:00.005-05:00

Dear FutureMe,

No matter what happens, never forget that
you are a good person. And no matter what is going on in your life,
there will always be someone who needs your help. And if you are still
with Jennifer, which I have no doubt that you are, please don't screw
it up. FutureMe, you have nothing to worry about. I know that I'm just
the past, (I'm you on July 18, 2007 to be exact) and you are probably
wiser, hopefully. But there are some things you shouldn't forget.
You almost screwed up with Jennifer, don't do it again damn it!
You've made plenty of mistakes, so don't you dare act better than anyone!
For
the first half of the summer of 2007 you were poor and unemployed, you
know what it's like to be lazy. Hell, you probably still are/I probably
still am.
I hope you did good in your first semester, and if you didn't I'll kick your ass.
Call Ms. B dammit, or visit or something! Damn, how could you be so inconsiderate! (just in case I/you haven't
already)

So
here's to good times and good friends. Never lose sight of that. Help
people, make friends, talk out arguments and make amends. The facts of
life.
And now I leave you with this
Take Jennifer out to someplace fancy, tell her you love her, dance under the stars, don't lose the romance!

Love, your past-self,
Michael

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What the hell...

2008-01-03T16:45:00.003-05:00

I had a dream about my cat, Smoke, turning into a panther and attacking me while I tried to fend it off with my arm...my sister is trying to correlate that dream with the time that I started dating Jennifer...I swear to everything I know, I have to leave this house. My mother and sister are convinced Jennfer is an anchor around my neck. And instead of just admitting they're bad feelings towards it, they are using symbols, dreams, and yes, even God, to get me to go back to the lonely teenager, but always-around-son/brother, I used to be. What don't they get? What do I have to do to make them realize I'm not deluded. That I really like, hell I love Jennifer. That I'm going to be with her for a long time. That they need to suck up all this "Jennifer's stealing him from us," drama. Because I am getting sick of it.

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Another Day...

2008-01-03T10:27:00.001-05:00

...another brain-splitting headache threatening to rip open my brain stem and slap the back of my head with it. I have got to invest in a few pairs of sweatpants to sleep in or something because shorts just won't cut it this season, will they?

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Why Next-Gen is the beginning of the end.

2008-01-02T23:09:00.001-05:00

It's the beginning of the robot revolution. In 2009 the PS3 Network will become self-aware. Bill Gates will reveal that the X-Box was a prototype for T-1000's for military expansion and both Sony and Microsoft will go to war. Nintendo will take advantage of the situation and program Mii's worldwide to invade government computers and launch a nuclear holocaust.

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Michael's Dream

2007-12-20T13:35:00.004-05:00

Notes:
Mythical Land
Flying Monkey Fight (the boys are fighting flying monkeys, wow)
Apples are the cure all
Turn to stone when sunlight touches you, apple discovery
Grabbing planks of wood to beat the crap out of them
Jennifer trained in martial arts. One final test, fighting with no emotion. The opponent...her. Whoa.

Quotes:
“Let’s kick some flying monkey ass!”

“You’ve been eating apples this entire time, and you just realized this?!”
“I was just hungry.”

“I wonder if they’ll fly my jacket back to New York?”

Flying Monkey Fight:
Takes place on a sort of slant hill with sand-colored dirt, and large stones (that provide areas of shade) covering the field.

Martial Arts Fight:
Takes place in a wooded area near a cave.
Jennifer wears a dark sleeveless shirt, and jeans.
It’s been raining so there’s mud in places on the ground.
(I think this all stems from an overwhelming sub-conscious desire to see Jennifer in a mud-fight)

Questions to Answer:
How do you get to a mythical land?
Will there be an overall villain?
Jennifer is separated and taught martial arts to defeat the growing villains, I guess. That final test is kick-ass though.
I guess I’m going to have to add more depth to the story.
WHY DID I DREAM THIS!?

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Writing Blog

2007-12-09T22:20:00.001-05:00

I've decided to start writing again. What I'll write, I still don't know. But I'll keep my blog updated for whoever even reads this. Give me a few days to get some thoughts together, and you can keep coming back for more if you like.

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Bizarre Diseases

2007-11-14T21:46:00.001-05:00

Hey all. Found these descriptions while wandering around Netopia (AKA the Internet) Just thought they were interesting and I don't have much else to write about so, here ya go.
Original Link: http://www.mind1st.co.uk/blog_comments.asp?id=19

Alice in Wonderland Syndrome

This
syndrome is also known as Micropsia. Individuals appear to have a
malfunction in the way their brain processes visual information despite
the fact that there is nothing wrong with their eyes. Objects, humans,
parts of humans and animals etc. are perceived by the sufferer as being
much smaller than what they actually are in reality. For example,
imagine looking at your pet dog and seeing it as the size of small
mouse or looking at another human who may in fact be six feet tall but
who looks tiny and in no way a reflection of their actual size.
Strangely, the perception persists even when the sufferer has their
eyes closed. Some scholars believe that Lewis Carroll (who wrote Alice
in Wonderland) may have suffered from this condition himself.

Jumping Frenchman of Maine Disorder

This
is an extremely rare disorder first described by G. M Beard in 1878 and
is believed to have been first observed in French Canadian Lumberjacks.
Sufferers have a sudden and an abnormal reaction to stimuli. For
example, when given a sudden command in a loud enough voice the
individual will carry out that command instantly and without a thought,
even if you tell them to hit out a loved one, or throw an object. Also,
on hearing unfamiliar or foreign phrases they will often repeat them
over and over again uncontrollably. Other symptoms include extreme
jerky movements whenever a loud noise is heard, hence the “jumping”
aspect to this disorder.

Walking Corpse Syndrome

People
suffering from this condition may believe that they have lost parts of
their bodies or even their souls and some might go as far as to really
believe that they are already dead and are indeed a walking corpse,
even maintaining that they can smell their own rotting flesh and can
feel the worms eating at them. It has also been associated with
psychosis linked to drugs such as amphetamines and cocaine and to
schizophrenia.

Fish Odour Syndrome

A
rare disorder where the body cannot produce a substance known as FM03
or monooxygenase 3 and as a result, its ability to break down
Trimethylamine is impaired. The result of this is most unpleasant as it
causes the person’s sweat, urine and breath to give off a very strong
and fishy odour or a smell like that of rotten eggs.

Alien Hand Syndrome

This
unusual neurological disorder is where one hand appears to take on a
personality all of its own and acts in such a way that is completely
out of control in relation to what the person wants to do. For example
the alien hand may unbutton shirts or remove clothing whilst the other
hand is trying to button up or get dressed. Sufferers will often attach
a personality to their alien hand and will try to punish it for
disobedience.

Capgras Syndrome

People
suffering from the extremely rare Capgras Syndrome believe that a loved
one or a significant other person in their life is being impersonated
by an impostor. This can even lead to the sufferer attacking the
perceived impostor. Sometimes it extends itself to the sufferer
themselves who believe that when they look in the mirror it is not
their own reflection staring back at them but the image of an
impersonator.

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WooHoo!

2007-11-10T23:03:00.001-05:00

Toys R Us is a pretty sweet place to work at. I'm not allowed to say much here, (company policy, even though no one reads this shit) but it's awesome! It's so much fun, seriously. It's such a great environment, and not at all stifling. It's gonna be so much fun.

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Conversations

2007-11-08T23:41:00.001-05:00

mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:14:28 PM): if a draft comes back, i swear to god
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:14:31 PM): i swear
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:14:37 PM): ill kill everyone
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:14:50 PM): a draft? in the military?
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:15:20 PM): yes
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:15:25 PM): if i get drafted
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:15:35 PM): i swear
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:15:44 PM): they better not allow me to go to japan
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:15:51 PM): ill come back wit a gundam, i swear
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:15:59 PM): lmao
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:17:26 PM): man a draft would suck. i mean i love this country and i support the troops. it's the war that i dont understand. i don't even know who we're fighting. wasn't osama in afghanistan. i mean, what happened to that? wasn't that the whole reason to go over there. then we ended up in iraq, executing saddam...i mean, wtf?
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:17:51 PM): dude
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:17:55 PM): its straight bs
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:02 PM): WE ARE FIGHTING TERRORISM
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:03 PM): where?
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:11 PM): iono, but we need more money to fight it
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:17 PM): its like punchin wind
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:34 PM): we dont even know where the order is comin from.
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:45 PM): it cud be bush or sgt. heart attack
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:18:54 PM): either way, we are in tons of debt
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:19:05 PM): and he doesnt have to worry cuz hes rich
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:19:26 PM): oh and let's not forget his policies: Help the rich get richer and the poor get poorer
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:19:48 PM): and there no one to blame, even thoiugh its clear which stupid states voted for his redneck ass
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:19:58 PM): I know! Notice that the state that got attacked voted for anyone else BUT him.
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:20:20 PM): and everyone else, like Wisconsin was like "Oh no they might attack our cheeses, let's vote for Bush"
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:20:25 PM): bunch of idiots man
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:21:02 PM): And then, oh, there was mixup of votes in the state that my BROTHER IS SENATOR OF...I mean WTF! No one saw through that bullshit!?
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:21:47 PM): i don't understand the world sometimes.
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:22:14 PM): i don't even know what to say
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:22:57 PM): Almost makes me wanna go into politics
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:23:40 PM): almost, only because 1) all the shit ive done durin hs will bite me in the ass 2) i think makin video games will help us ignore reality
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:25:51 PM): i just want a chance to stand up in front of them and just publicly announce "I am a US citizen of voting age...but I still don't know what we are doing in Iraq? Why are we responsible for rebuilding their government? So we can make sure they're on our side? You are all old and are still living through the Cold War, even though it was supposedly ended. Don't you think that now would be a good time to look at the problems we have at home? Like rebuilding a CITY?"
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:26:49 PM): Thats why Ozymandias had the right idea
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:10 PM): >_>
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:14 PM): continue
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:24 PM): ozy..big a's servant
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:38 PM): unless ozy is some politicians name
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:27:29 PM): nah Watchmen ozy
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:46 PM): one sec
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:52 PM): ozy...
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:27:56 PM): fuck
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:28:02 PM): i dont remember him
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:27:56 PM): ozymandias...watchmen...supergenius...alexander the great..
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:28:13 PM): oh him!
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:28:20 PM): who gave his richs to see the world
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:28:25 PM): then somehow got them all back
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:28:16 PM): yeah yeah
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:28:22 PM): cause he's a genius
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:29:03 PM): and he created an "alien" life form which seemingly attacked and killed half of New York, uniting the world against a common enemy instead of erupting into WWIII
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:29:26 PM): .....
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:29:51 PM): its a cool idea
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:29:42 PM): he has the right idea. we need SOMETHING to unite the world's nations
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:30:10 PM): impossible
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:30:27 PM): if all the world's nations could be united, with the good of the PEOPLE in their minds, we could do so many things. Cure for cancer and AIDS would take weeks
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:30:36 PM): Starvation over
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:30:41 PM): Genocides, over
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:01 PM): nah
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:01 PM): nah
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:05 PM): yea
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:06 PM): nah
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:14 PM): why do we have wars?
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:31 PM): once u get rid of the answer, which is very simple, then we can try
mEnTalDiSaSter89 (11:31:37 PM): i say get a world like 1984
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:31:33 PM): no
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:32:31 PM): dammit man, it sucks, cause I know I'm never going to do anything. I'll just end up growing up and taking everything in stride, teaching my kid to do the same, cause that's what this fuckin world does to you
SUMYUNGUY89 (11:33:47 PM): it numbs you to everything. you see a legless guy going up a ramp, you don't even hold the door open for him. fuckin world man. and I can't DO anything.

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Quantum Fetish Mechanics

2007-11-03T09:52:00.001-04:00

The law of Quantum Fetish Mechanics states that "The act of thinking up a new kind of fetish causes that fetish to exist. And someone probably even has a website dedicated to that fetish."
Right now there is someone who is becoming aroused to the idea of peanut butter and elbows.

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I wanna be a Toys R Us kid!

2007-11-02T16:48:00.000-04:00
I have officially obtained Seasonal employment at a neighboring Toys R Us Store...I'm so freakin excited!! I mean, I know it's going to be crazy, this being Christmas and all, but if I work hard I think I can make it into a part-time gig, and I'll get a raise and will be able to work through school and get my own place...God I'm so excited. I just hope I can work hard enough that they'll notice me, you know? It's going to be so awesome.

Wow. Coca Cola is amazing....

2007-11-01T16:00:00.001-04:00

In The First 10 minutes: 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system. (100% of your recommended daily intake.) You don’t immediately vomit from the overwhelming sweetness because phosphoric acid cuts the flavor allowing you to keep it down.

20 minutes: Your blood sugar spikes, causing an insulin burst. Your liver responds to this by turning any sugar it can get its hands on into fat. (There’s plenty of that at this particular moment)

40 minutes: Caffeine absorption is complete. Your pupils dilate, your blood pressure rises, as a response your livers dumps more sugar into your bloodstream. The adenosine receptors in your brain are now blocked preventing drowsiness.

45 minutes: Your body ups your dopamine production stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain. This is physically the same way heroin works, by the way.

>60 minutes: The phosphoric acid binds calcium, magnesium and zinc in your lower intestine, providing a further boost in metabolism. This is compounded by high doses of sugar and artificial sweeteners also increasing the urinary excretion of calcium.

>60 Minutes: The caffeine’s diuretic properties come into play. (It makes you have to pee.) It is now assured that you’ll evacuate the bonded calcium, magnesium and zinc that was headed to your bones as well as sodium, electrolyte and water.

>60 minutes: As the rave inside of you dies down you’ll start to have a sugar crash. You may become irritable and/or sluggish. You’ve also now, literally, pissed away all the water that was in the Coke. But not before infusing it with valuable nutrients your body could have used for things like even having the ability to hydrate your system or build strong bones and teeth.

This will all be followed by a caffeine crash in the next few hours. (As little as two if you’re a smoker.) But, hey, have another Coke, it’ll make you feel better.

My Morning

2007-10-31T13:37:00.000-04:00
I woke up yesterday morning, completely intent on having a good day.
That dream bubble burst really fast.
I got onto an L train that was very focused on NOT MOVING. After forty minutes on what should have been a twenty minute ride, I impatiently wait for a Q train. After celebrating it's prompt arrival I find myself crest-fallen after the following announcement:
"The Q train will be running on the N line."
So it was quite useless.
I rode the Q train one more stop to Pacific Street where I transferred to the 2 train.
Thinking that I was finally done I hear this announcement:
"This 2 train will be running to New Lots Avenue."
Hmmm....that isn't where I wanted to go.
I ride the 2 as far as I can and jump out at Franklin Avenue in time to catch a 5 train.
This trip should have only taken 40 minutes.
I was there for an hour and twenty five minutes.
Oh and I was late for a mid-term.
What...the...hell?!

???

2007-10-29T13:37:00.000-04:00
Haven't come up with a title for this post yet, but I think I have a topic. I really wish time-travel was possible. With it, so many questions could be answered. But I think that's probably the reason Man will never achieve time travel. Certain questions were just not meant to be answered. Don't ask me why. I would love to answer these questions myself, if not to listen to the man who found the answers.

A Night Out

2007-09-30T22:21:00.001-04:00

"Ten bucks, if you make her look like a man!"
"I got the whole world in my hands!"
"Hey people, I'm the sight you paid to see!"
"I don't eat that kind of cake..."
"...I'm diabetic."
"It's half a block!"
"You're half a person!"

Man,
today was great. I'm really glad my friends convinced me to go out. It
was a lot of fun, full of mischief and teasing. A completely great
hangout.
I'm smiling just thinking about the retarded conversations.

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Reviewers

2007-09-29T14:35:00.001-04:00

I hate the first amendment for one reason: idiots. Idiots who abuse the first amendment take away credibility from us people who use it to NOT sound like idiots. But hey, I'm just one guy. I'm sure there's plenty of people who want to read you're review about the Top Ten worst movie's ever. Cause you know...we care what you think. Honestly, we make our choices on what to see, based on your blog. Oh and let's not forget the "y0u r teh suxxorz lol lma0 fag!!!!111one" guy, cause yeah he sounds so awesome.
What are these people like in real life. Do they have any friends, whatsoever? Who knows. All I know is the only reason I can write this and NOT sound like the douche everyone else sounds like is because...no one reads this blog. So bleh! =P

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Maturity, Wisdom and Common Sense

2007-09-24T21:41:00.001-04:00

Maturity is knowing you were an idiot in the past. If that is true, then wisdom is knowing that you'll be an idiot in the future. And common sense is knowing that you try not to be an idiot now.

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Meh

2007-09-18T19:38:00.001-04:00

Should this blog have a theme? I dunno...meh, whatever.

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2007-09-13T14:03:00.002-04:00

Happy birthday to me!

ScribeFire

2007-09-10T20:48:00.001-04:00

Well I set up an account on ScribeFire so I can just post no matter what website I'm on, AND it's linked to my blog, www.thenewinitiative.blogspot.com, so this is awesome. Anyway, I started writing the Fairy Tale again...what you don't remember? Well it was written by Kat, who already has it up, so I'll post it up here.

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, called the Brook Land, lived a happy little princess. Her name was Yasmine and she was one of the sweetest and most beautiful princess alive at her time. She lived in the capital, which was called the Laughter Town. Oh, it is about time to mention, that she had an older sister, called Lilith. Unlike her sister, Lilith was the tomboyish type - she was into horses and martial arts and therefore spent a lot of time with the Capitan of the Royal Guard, Aderiz.

On one nice day, princess Yasmine was walking around the town, without any of the Royal Guard in a maiden's dress. She was a nice princess and wanted to know how town folks lived, but tried to hide her identity. Her mother, the Queen Bertina was a very understanding woman and allowed this kind of behavior to her daughter. Yasmine heard some noises coming from a parallel street and rushed there to see what was going on. There she saw a man, lying on the pavement. A white horse was circling around, looking as if it was ashamed of dropping the man on the ground. The princess pulled the man up and helped him make his way to the Palace.

At the Palace, she called for the help of Kirien, the royal family's Healer and Alchemist. Kirien was bound to the Palace by a promise she made long ago to now-departed King, when he saved her life. She healed the man to his senses and went out to look over Lilith practicing new martial arts technics on a garden wall.

The man opened his eyes and looked around. He was tall, blonde and handsome. Dark eyes watched carefully as Yasmine brought him a cup of water.

- Where am I? - he asked.
- You are at the Palace at the center of Laughter Town, - Yasmine answered, bashfully looking down.
- Oh? And you would you be a maid? - he asked again.

Yasmine blushed and refused to answer, realizing that she looks like a peasant girl or, like a stranger thought, a maid. She hurried off and soon, the young man was visited by the Queen herself.

- Who are you, young man? - the Queen asked.
- I'm a travelling prince, of the near-by land. - said the young man. - My name is Antuahn.
- Why would a prince, such as yourself travel alone? - the Queen asked.
- There was a revolt in my home-land and my evild uncle managed to steal the throne from me. I escaped to gain myself some followers and a name, and I'm only followed by two of my closest friends and supporters at the moment. I left them at the tavern, while I myself headed here, to seek your protection. - the prince explained.

Of course Queen Bertina granted prince Antuahn and his two followers, Miraclus and Farinz protection and ability to live at the palace.

It was a couple of days later when princess Lilith noticed that something was wrong with her younger sister. Yasmine, always so bright and sunny, was keeping quiet and tried to make herself disappear to the best of her abilities. Lilith found her sister in the garden, staring at a stream of water running by.

- What is it, Yasmine? Why have you been so sad lately? Maybe couple of exercises would cheer you up? - Lilith started.
- I don't know Lilith, I can't stop thinking of how beautiful prince Antuahn is, and how his hair flows like a golden stream, and how when he smiles the room lights up... - Yasmine sighed.

There was a pause. And then these words came out of Yasmine's mouth:

- I love prince Antuahn, Lilith.

And that is when princess Lilith first heard the word "love" spoken by her younger sister. She left Yasmine by the stream and wondered off to the other part of the garden, thinking and re-thinking what "love" really is. And she thought that intensively, that she didn't notice the man, until she bumped into him.

- You should really watch, where you are going, you brat. - came a deep voice from above.

Lilith raised her head and saw one of the men, who arrived with prince Antuahn. And then something happened, which always happens in fairy-tales, and even in real life sometimes: their eyes met, and of course they both fell in love with each other.

- I'm sorry, - said Lilith, forgetting that she is a princess, and no man should be allowed to talk like that to her.
- So am I, - whispered Farinz and took her hands into his.
- Will you be my wife, beautiful child? - he continued, forgetting even to ask her for her name.
- I will, of course I will, - cried Lilith, and if her sister would look at her at the moment, she wouldn't recognize her.

It was the same very evening, when Farinz and Lilith anounced their engagement to the Queen and the rest of the Palace. And everyone was happy for them, even the maids who already had their eyes set for the charming knight in shining armor.

Princess Yasmine was at the same time very happy for her sister, but she was also torn apart with her own feelings. Therefore, she decided to turn for help to Kirien, whom she considered much wiser than her little self. At night, she went up to the tower in which Kirien lived and knocked. No one answered, but Yasmine could hear weird noises coming from the other side of the wall. She pushed the door and it flew open. And in there princess saw Kirien, standing on top of a table and Capitan of the Royal Guard, Aderiz, standing on his knees with a hand on his heart, screaming things like "I love you lady Kirien, please marry me".

When the door cracked open, Aderiz turned to Yasmine and she that his usually-beautiful dark eyes look like dirty glass. Next moment, she saw Kirien picking up a lamp and landing it carefully on the Capitan's head. His eyes closed and he fell on the floor. The princess stood there speechless, while the Sorceress got off the table and started cleaning up the mess. Then she looked at the princess' puzzeled face and started explaining:

- I was working on a love potion...
- Isn't that illegal? - Yasmine gasped.
- Well, maybe just a little, - Kirien nodded. - Then he came in. And started asking me what is in the flask. So I said "water". And he drank it, while I wasn't looking. Next moment I knew, he was all over me.
- Can not you do something about his condition? - asked the princess.
- Not yet, my dear, not yet. I just started the potion, it will be hard to find an antidote. Though, his "condition", as you called it, will be perfectly fine, if he doesn't see me, - answered the Alchemist.
- Well, maybe you should marry him then? It would be so romantic! - exclaimed Yasmine.
- No, no, he will find no happiness in a marriage such as this. Besides, I already had one husband, and I desire no more. - Kirien sighed, putting the books back to their places.
- You were married? - the princess was surprised, about how little she knew of her elder friend.
- That was a long time ago. Some day I'll tell you the story, when you are a little more grown up. As for how he looked, there is a portrait on the table, if of course Sir. Aderiz here, did not knock it over, - and Kirien waved towards a little picture.
- But! He looks exactly like Sir. Miraclus, the one who has arrived with prince Antuahn! - screamed Yasmine in excitement.
- Yes. Doesn't he? I wouldn't be surprised to find out they are of the same blood line, - smiled Kirien.
- You should talk to him! Maybe you will fall in love with him and marry him, - continued her propositions the young woman.
- No, no. It isn't necessary. He might have the same face, but he does not have the same soul. As I already said, I already had a husband and desire no more. Now, what brought you here, my dear child? - Kirien asked.
- It is about prince Antuahn. I love him and I do not know if he loves me too, or not. What should I do, Kirien? - the princess sighed.
- You should tell him what you feel. Do not wait around, for he might be a lion in battles, but have no courage to talk of his love for you. And if he does not possess that, you can only hope to meet yet another that you might love. - Kirien said.

The princess decided to take the advice of the Sorceress. She waited for the right moment, and finally it came. She was walking in the garden, when she saw her prince sitting by the water, where not so long ago she sat, watching the flow of the stream. She approached him and sat besides him.

- Prince Antuahn, can I ask you something? - she said.
- You can ask, but I might not have the answer, - he responded reasonably.
- Do you know what love is? - Yasmine continued.
- No one knows for sure, yet everyone claims they feel it when it comes, - came the answer.
- That is so. For I feel it too. - Yasmine said, trembeling.
- That is good. Who is he, worthy of your love? - asked the prince, smiling. And it looked as if there was some saddness in his smile.
- It is you, - whispered the princess, hiding her face in her hands. And as she did, she did not see how the saddness faded away from the prince's smile.
- It is me? - he repeated.

Yasmine could not do as much as say a word. She nodded. And then she felt herself rising to the air, for the prince lifted her up in his hands in the gesture of happiness.

- And it is you, I love, - he said.

And the same evening they announced their engagement, as princess Lilith and knight Farinz did couple of evenings before. Queen Bertina was amazingly happy to see her daughters find their soulmates at the same time.

One nice day, the Capitan of the Royal Guard, Aderiz was walking through the heart of the Town, a little north of the Palace. He was alone and he was not in a good mood. His mind realized that his love for the Sorceress was unreal, but every time he saw her, his heart would ache and cause him to do things he would regret afterwards. His conscious and heart held a battle that was far from over, when he heard noises coming from a beyond a dark arch. He rushed there, just to find seven big men attacking a knight, who seemed familiar to him. Drawing his sword, he finally recognized young Miraclus, who was now obviously hurt, but not yet defeated.

Miraclus gladly accepted his help and they fought side by side, until all seven big men were lying down, unconscious. After that, Aderiz and Miraclus headed for a pub, where they drowned their victory in a fine barrel of ale. By the time they reached the Palace, they were both drunk, happy and best friends forever.

In three weeks, a huge celebration was held, for a double marriage of Princess Lilith with knight Farinz and princess Yasmine with prince Antuahn. Queen Bertina was in a state of such happiness to see her children so joyful, that she even gave Kirien permission to leave the Palace if she so pleases. She also finally gave permission to the army to attack the near-by land to take the throne from Antuahn's treacherous uncle and resolve the just King there.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

How? Let's see.

Antuahn and Yasmine moved to the near-by land, where Antuahn was the King and Yasmine the Queen. They were just rulers and had children, who turned out to be as just, wise and beatiful as their parents.

Lilith and Farinz lived all over the Brook Land, often coming back to Laughter Town. They lived among the common men and learned their ways and problems. By the time Queen Bertina retired and they took the thrones, they were skilled in knowing about the little people's lives and knew ways to make things work the best way. And even though they fought a lot, they loved each other till the very day they died, which by the way, they did on the same day.

Miraclus fought in many battles, the very first of which was under the flag of Antuahn and Bertina, in the war against the Near-by land, where the tyrant was defeated. Years later he grew tired of war and became a wondering knight, traveling the world, rescuing damsels in distress and having a reputation of the greatest hero alive.

Aderiz continued to be the Capitan of the Royal Guard, and when he became tired of that, he started off as a trainer of young knights-to-be, who yet knew not how to fight. Once he was walking around the streets of the Laughter Town and walked in to a little store, where a young Healer worked. He fell in love and got married, and never again worried about the affects of the love potion, that he accidentally drank at Kirien's tower.

Kirien, on the other hand, disappeared forever. She was never again seen in any part of Brook Land, but both Yasmine and Lilith sometimes got letters from her. All of them were sent from different places, by which the princesses determined, that the Sorceress fulfilled her dreams and traveled across all nine continents know to men and other six, yet to be discovered by her.

Cheers!
Kat.

Liked it? Well my version will be longer and more detailed, so It'll take awhile, but I'm up for the challenge. Welp, until next time, true believers!
Excelsior!

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The Boy With No Name

2007-09-04T22:09:00.001-04:00

There was a boy who lived in a village. He had no family, but somehow had survived by performing odd jobs for the villagers. He had no name.
One man claimed, "My name means "He who cuts down enemies in one stroke!""
The boy wept for he had no name.
A woman claimed, "I am named for a great princess who saved her people from the fearsome dragon!"
The boy wept, for he had no name.
Another man claimed, "My name was given to me by the emperor, who is a friend of my grandfather's!"
Again, the boy wept, for he had no name.
One day, a little girl passed by the hut that the little boy called home and heard the boy crying.
"Little boy," she called from without, "why do you cry?"
"The villagers all have names that have meaning, but I cry for I have no name."
"Silly boy," the little girl smiled, "why do you need a name?"
"So that I may know who I am..."
"A name does not tell you who you are!" The girl answered.
"Then what tells me who I am?" The boy asked.
"YOU!" She laughed as she pointed as she pointed at his chest.
And the boy smiled and grew to be The Brave Man With No Name.

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Lost in My Own Mind

2007-08-14T16:10:00.001-04:00
You ever get that feeling where you WANT to do something but you just don't even know how to start? I had that stupid web comic idea. What was I thinking? I don't know how to do something like that. Then I was trying to think of something to write. I'm BLOCKED. I don't know anything anymore. What is going on inside my mind? I can't read it anymore, and I'm losing it. UGH!

Shut the Hell Up!

2007-08-06T10:04:00.000-04:00
"Laughing at jokes about race isn't racism, and laughing at jokes about sexuality isn't homophobia. Racism is denying someone a job because of their skin color. Racism is hurting someone because of their skin color. Homophobia is attacking gay couples on the street. Homophobia is denying homosexuals civil rights.

Come down off your high horse. Everybody gets offended by things, but stop trying to be the "voice of the voiceless" and relax. Flying off the handle about this stuff is a step backward, not forward."

A genius on a message board said this in a topic about gays being offended at using flamboyantly dressed pictures to represent them.

Plow Through

2007-07-21T03:41:00.002-04:00

I guess I’m still trying to “find myself”, through my wardrobe, through my behavior, through my title. Am I a writer, an artist, a poet, all three? It’s all so confusing right now.
I just saw the movie Rent. I cried. That was embarrassing. I wasn’t “bawling” but there were definite tears. Did I mention I was with Jennifer?

She really is the love of my life. And with all the passion and conviction a seventeen-year-old can muster, which is a lot I must say, I know that this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

But you know that old saying… “The best laid plans…”

I love her. I do. I’m going to be with her for a long time. But right now, I’m going through that family thing that the eldest of the children tend to go through…convincing them that the partner is not taking me away and that they deserve to be within my circle of loved ones.

It sucks because everyone is taking their anger and aggression out on me, insulting her in front of me, involuntarily I presume, and basically just acting like idiots.

But this isn’t “just another whim” for me, and I’m not backing down, ever. I will plow through the insults and the judgments, defending Jennifer with my dying breath. (Yeah, a little over-dramatic, sorry.)

The only one who understands me right now is my dad. At first, I thought it was something I was doing wrong, something I had to change within myself.

I was dead wrong.

The women are lashing out at me because I choose to give affection to a female of another pack…an outsider.

They are the pack-thinners; they choose who is worthy to enter our family through passive-aggressive snarls and sometimes through violent acts of bitterness. Their almost-animal-like behavior includes that human weapon that has sparked wars and ended feuds…

Talk.

I shudder at it’s sound. It carries with it the full force of an atom bomb in it’s wake. If we ever needed to end a war...

Shudder.

Nothing to do but plow through…

Finally!

2007-07-18T18:49:00.000-04:00
Okay, so I finally fixed all the bugs and can now upload the strips without fail. I already did today's so don't ask for another! ^_^
One of my friends, who we will from now on call "Maxipad", has agreed to test her mettle against my writing, so if all goes well I won't be relying on www.tektek.org for my characters any longer, but instead have original drawn characters. I just hope I'm not breaking some kind of copyright or license, cause that is a lawsuit I do not want to go through. Well it's not like I'm even advertising or anything, right?
Yeah, so this whole venture has encouraged me to start writing again. Eventually I'm going to branch out and create a different strip, with a whole new look, but for now, I'll just practice my writing skills.
Hopefully Maxipad will prove able =P ^_^
That's all for now, new strips coming soon!
(and for you retards, the strips are in ASCENDING order {thats an American word that means from DOWN to UP, Chinaman[and that's your nickname on this blog from now on]})

The Search for a Leader Continues!

2007-07-18T18:32:00.001-04:00

The Search for a Leader

2007-07-18T15:24:00.001-04:00

2007-07-18T15:21:00.000-04:00

More than Meets the Eye

2007-07-13T23:24:00.000-04:00
FINALLY SAW TRANSFORMERS!!
My god, they took a franchise I loved and made it even better! Not many people can do that these days. They tried the same thing with TMNT and it barely made it off the ground, but the people behind Transformers were freaking geniuses!
And Shia LeBeouf is going places. There's a future star who's growing into his own. I saw him in Disturbia too and I gotta say, amazing. He's really an actor growing before our eyes, and that's great. I remember him on Even Stevens and even then I liked his methods.
Anyway...TRANSFORMERS OWNS THE WORLD BABY!!!

Barbershop

2007-07-06T20:50:00.000-04:00
I went to get a haircut today. My barber's a talker named Eddie so we chat about this and that. He's a nice guy.
I was talking to him and our conversation wandered to jobs. I told him about my situation.
He told me to stop making excuses with the age thing. If you want to get a job, you go out there and get a job. But first you have to show them you want it, and you earned it. Like I said, nice guy.
Next week starts a new phase.

Untitled

2007-07-05T22:55:00.002-04:00
I've got an hour before it's tomorrow, so I figure why not talk about today.
I hung out with Jennifer today, filling my role as boyfriend for at least a week. I love her so much. She really is amazing. She is the woman I will marry. I know it. And if it doesn't happen, I'll look back on this one day and chuckle a little to myself. But I know it's going to happen. There's no way that it can't. No one can understand that. They say they do (adults and their "been there, done that" speeches). But seriously, my gift and my curse as always been being confident, sometimes to a fault.
I wish I can spend more time with her. I need to get a job so I can save up for a car. That's really my goal. It'll take a while, but I really can't wait for more responsibilities. I don't know why I can't get a job. Is it because I'm under age? Under-qualified? Lack of references? What is it?
I can do TWICE the work of an eighteen-year-old, but "no rights for minors", right?
But really, what's up with that? I've tried to do it, but damn, there's gotta be something wrong with me.
Anyway, I'm sleepy so I'll leave you all (all none of you) with this:

“People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.”
E. B. White

The Movie Theater

2007-07-02T16:51:00.000-04:00
The theater is tucked in a niche on the corner of a street that has no cross streets. The block on which the movie house rests is a residential area except for that particular building. The strangest thing about it is that instead of being a traditional block, it's more like the turn of a maze. Something like:

///////////////////////////////////////////////////
/Building|THEATER|Building|Building|RESTAURANT
/ _______________________________________
/|
/|
/| STREET STREET STREET STREET STREET
/|
/|------------ ______________________________
/|----S------|/////////////////////////////////////
/|----T------|/
/|----R------|/
/|----E------|/
/|----E------|/
/|----T------|/

Is it just me or is that a weird design for a streets?

Inside the theater is a ticket booth on the same counter as the snack bar. The employees are all huffy 19-year-old girls. The actual theater entrance is in the corner of the wall, where a tall black man in a bell hop uniform with a steady smile opens it up to those with tickets by way of velvet rope. The movie theater has three sections of seats, divided into about twenty rows. The screen itself is larger than most, but has a very clear view.

I've dreamed about this place twice, and both times have been absolutely weird.
The fact that I could describe it so vividly doesn't surprise seeing as how this place must play a role in my dreams somehow. I just wish I knew what it was...

Wasting Away

2007-06-30T20:09:00.002-04:00
Today, I did nothing. Nothing. And it sucked. I mean, I thought that doing nothing was a teenage kid's dream. But I felt restless. Not to mention useless. I mean, all day, I did nothing but lounge in a bed and read, occasionally making contact with the outside world via trips to the corner store, mobile phone, or the internet.
Thank God for the internet. I now understand the philosophy behind the Matrix trilogy.
I need some kind of job. Employment. Something. Anything. I'd rather be weeding an amphitheater in 90 degree weather with shoulder-length hair. (No easy feat, when your entire team abandons you for the air-conditioned environment of Medgar Evers).
Well it couldn't happen to a nicer guy, of that I'm sure.
I am such a loser. No friends, save for the ones that live in the Bronx (and they're having troubles of their own.
I have a girlfriend, but she's all the way in Coney Island, and that kind of travel requires funding, for which I need the aforementioned job (and that would cut down my time to see her anyway...ugh)
Unless I had a car...for which I need my license...and a job to get it with anyway!!! AAAGH!
Does nothing go my way?

Fever - Peggy Lee (Our Song)

2007-06-29T15:30:00.001-04:00
Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.

Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the the morning, fever all through the night.
Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.

Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right.

Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.

Ten Roses

2007-06-29T12:18:00.002-04:00
The first rose is for your beauty,
With which no one else can compare.
The second for your compassion,
Your ability to care.
The third is for your eyes,
Deep pools of love.
The fourth for your hair,
As soft as the sky above.
The fifth is for your voice,
as lovely as a bird's song.
The sixth is for your wit,
Your ability to never be wrong.
The seventh is for your kiss,
Like water in a desert.
The eighth for your laughter,
Never rude, never curt.
The ninth is for your love,
As warm as the sun.
The tenth is for us,
And that we may always be one.

Getting Back in the Game

2007-06-29T10:52:00.000-04:00
So I was browsing some blogs and noticed that even though some bloggers have absolutely no comments, they still update regularly. So I'll just pretend that people are reading what I have to say, and who knows, maybe some of them have.
Anyway, it's been awhile since my last post and a whole lot has happened.

Fearless

2007-03-20T20:43:00.000-04:00
"Fear is an intellectual exercise. It is a method of self-preservation linked to the species' survival instinct"
Abin Sur, Green Lantern,
Sector 2814

I wish I could become fearless. But there's so much to be afraid of. The future. My relationship. The future OF my relationship. My school. My parents. My friends. It's insane. But I think I can survive if I just learn to overcome my fear.

Ὦ ξεῖν’, ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε κείμεθα, τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι

2007-03-19T18:11:00.000-04:00

Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
Nothing to report. A normal day at school.
I've got to get a job. I need courage. Because I' m just so scared of EVERYTHING, you know? I don't know anymore, things were so much simpler just a few years ago. When I thought I'd never leave high school. Remember that feeling? Such a good feeling. I miss it.
I need courage like the Spartans. I imagine life as the million Persians approaching to conquer Greece. And I'm the 300 Spartans holding the pass of Thermopylae, (the "Hot Gates", or the "Gates of Fire")
This is gonna be tough.

Wandering Minds

2007-03-18T19:58:00.000-04:00
I don't believe in mysticism. Or anything like that. I have to separate myself from it. I mean, it's not a bad thing. I'd like to read about it. But I can't. I'd be breaking the Lord's law. I barely can stand to write about it. I feel as if I'm doing something wrong. And a lot of my favorite television shows, such as Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto and other shows have to do with hand signs and symbols that aren't of God. Even a lot of comic books and novels I read have to do with magic and mysticism.
I don't know how to stay away from it when it's everywhere. And when it's so entertaining. Not to practice or worship it. But to read of it. To have it undergo conflicts. To create new rules and abide by old in my stories. I have to steer clear of it. I focus more on science fiction, the closest to magic there is without seeming evil.
It's interesting to learn this of myself.
I'm not knocking Christian law. The reason I am such a devout Christian is that I believe in the values it instills. Even though some people say you can be a good person without believing in God or really anything, I think that's the first step toward destruction of ones spirit. Belief is sacred. It has helped people go through such difficult times.
It has also fueled wars. I will not deny that. That is, it has fueled MAN's wars. People say it is God's fault for all the deaths. Well maybe not God, but the religion itself. I guess humans have become perfect somewhere down the line. Did I miss that? Or did manipulation of the Good Book and corruption of man disappear from the history books while I wasn't looking. It's funny how when there's something good, Man has overcome. But when something bad happens, God has allowed it to happen.
Ah well, maybe it's for the best. To have someone to blame that is. There might be a lot more wars if we all blamed each other for our troubles.

The Initiative

2007-03-17T23:41:00.000-04:00
"Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, war. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel...and in the intervals between the campaigns he washes the blood off his hands and works for the "universal brotherhood of man" with his mouth."
-Mark Twain

Captain America yelled this at the top of his lungs at Iron Man (don't know what I'm talking about? Go read Marvel Comic's "Civil War" and then come talk to me.)

Anyway I read this and I thought, wow. You know? Maybe there are people who disagree with this and that's beautiful. Maybe there's some who agree and that's cool too. But whatever your standing, you gotta admit, it's a pretty cool quote.

I also saw 300 today. And that movie just rules all. Before that I had read Gates of Fire which is another great book about the battle at Thermopylae. It makes you wonder how much this world has "grown". And how little our morals have grown with it. I don't mean individually. If we looked at everything individually we wouldn't have enough time to fight each other. Just overall. Agree or disagree, like I said either one's fine.

My first time at this blog stuff, so I hope I come across as at least OK.