Vincero

There's nothing like the taste of sweet sweet victory. Saavy?

The game is poker. I sit at the head of the table. Taking in all I see. The palms of my hands are damp. I have a playable hand. Casually I look at the other players. Two have folded. The other two have been lured into my trap.

Be back later with the results of the game.

The pretty flower is a perfect disguise

How long... can any man fight the darkness... before he finds it in himself?

The conscience... is truly a roadblock one must overcome. How else can one explore the true meaning of evil while this cumbersome thing blocks your every turn?

Can one be evil without evil intent? Is ignorance truly an excuse?

Must.. watch.. Superman Returns... who's with me?

Argh

no real post today.. too much studying to do...

don't stop loving me!

All that glitters.. is probably out of my budget.

Hmm.. I actually had something insightful I was thinking about earlier today to share with everybody. But now I've forgotten what it was.

Peculiar occurance today. It's not often that during a class, the discussion devolves into fisting. In my opinion.. fisting should never ever be brought up in a class... then snowballing and felching were mentioned.. finally scat.. with a talk about feces being rubbed all over one's body. Now i'm all for deviant sexual practices. Heck, I'm not opposed to kink at all. But really, should these things be brought up in a classroom? Eventually the talk went to bestiality of some kind, and how it's immoral due to it being non-consensual sex, as the animal can't possibly communicate it's consent towards you, or the possible psychological damage it could be traumatized to after the fornication.

That little bit led me to wonder. Can cows get AIDS? or syphillis.. herpes? gonorrhea? or any other kinds of STD's? I mean.. it's probably immune to many due to it's different biology.. dna etc. And some might say, because of that, you cannot give human diseases to animals. But then, why is it possible the other way around? We have avian bird flu, mad cow disease, heck, the bubonic plague came from rats. And there are a multitude of other deadly diseases which humans can get from animals.

If anybody's curious, this was a philosphy class.

Lab due tomorrow morning, have a midterm on thursday. However I'm meeting some people at the beach tomorrow afternoon. Not the most responsible thing i've done. I'll try to get some studying in.. I promise

Purple horses eat meat.

Hmm.. what innane thoughts should I share with everybody today? Are my thoughts truly innane? Or is the insanity merely flashes of brilliance?

I think the whole world is insane. How can we live life as we do without thought about the future generations of human beings? We are a parasite on this earth. An organism that is sucking the life out of the world.

On the brighter side of things.. the beach is a WONDERFUL place to be! Sitting on the sand watching the sun set should be something I do everyday! Speaking of which, you are no less vulnerable to the harsh rays of the sun at sunset than at sunrise are you? It just feels cooler due to the gentle breeze coming off the water. I should have worn sunscreen. Watch me get skin cancer.

Why is it when you order milk at a bar, people give you funny looks? I sat down with my friend at a bar.. he orders a keiths.. a respectable Canadian beer.. I order a glass of milk. The bartender gave me a look like I had passed the loudest possible gas imaginable. My other friend Dan comes back from the restroom, sits down beside me and is about to say "I'll have what he's having" until Selman (friend 1) says.. "Wait wait.. check out what Dave's getting".. the bartender then smiles and convinces Dan that it's going to be something good and awesome. He lays down the glass.. takes the milk and begins to pour... at about a quarter of the glass full.. Dan goes.. "A paralyzer?" the bartender merely smiles and keeps pouring.. at around half fullness a sudden look of realization appears on Dans face.. in disbelief he continues till the glass is 3/4 full.. then.. "Milk?!? You ordered MILK at a bar?!?" so that was the joke of the night. I think I might just continue ordering milk till it stops being funny :p

Yup.. reading Sarum by Edward Rutherford now. It's quite captivating.

The rain in Spain, falls mainly on the plain.

You are fighting a Protagonist

This is a 12-year-old boy who has somehow become one of the most powerful warriors in the world. He's on a quest to both save the world and somehow redeem himself from a past he doesn't remember. Perhaps getting a little bit of a smackdown will jar his memory.

He tries to headbutt you but collapses under the weight of his enormous hairdo.

He hits you with his giant sword, which fortunately is about as sharp as your thumb. You shrug it off.

Interesting bit of information I came across today..

In 'My Fair Lady' starring Audrey Hepburn, apparently 90% of her vocals was dubbed in by Marni Nixon.. aka Sister Sophia from 'The Sound of Music' apparently Miss Hepburn didn't have the vocal range for many of the songs.

On another note.. Marni Nixon also did the singing for Natalie Wood's character Maria in 'West Side Story'.

Truly shattering.

Scorpions taste good in wine.

Everybody should experience baked tapioca pudding. The rich baked aroma wafting through your olfactory senses. The feeling of the spoon as it breaks the golden top. The trick is to get some crust.. tapioca pudding.. and delicious filling.. (be it red bean or black sesame paste) into the spoon.. the mixture of textures as it enters your mouth.. filling your senses. The sweet taste of the filling mixing harmoniously with the tapioca to coat your tongue. The flavour of the coconut crust adding a hint of the tropical to your dessert. Mmmmm

So I was running for the bus today. It felt glorious. Slicing through the night air, the wind rushing past your ears, your body working harmoniously till you reach the bus stop and it stops for you. Then you find out the bus has cut it's run short, and it's last stop is one block from where you got on. FANTABULOUS!

Why is my butt painted blue?

Here comes the sun... It's all right.

It's actually better than alright, it's fabulous! The weather forecasts an extremely beautiful weekend. I'll put my going to Europe to find superheroes on hold for this sun.

one way or another, i'm gonna find you.. i'm gonna getcha..

Why is my mind so random? I need to focus! FOCUS! This is what happens when you've got entirely too much time on your hands.

On a random note, finished Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card... Fab book, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

So who thinks that I should post less, but make posts with more content? Or should I continue on with this attempted once per day posting with random crap?

What ever is running through my diseased mind today?

Kicking puppies...

No.. not really.. well maybe. Just reminds me of that skit where there's a policeman kicking a dog. How outraged would people be?

The sky glows in azure hue,
bathing the earth tenderly.

Why does the heart eschew
the burdens of a troubled life?

Hmm, the day is nearing night. Was this a good day? Sure. Will tomorrow be better? Most definately.

Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

You ever feel like your life was a dream, where there were two gorgeous women running a race and the prize was you? But when the dream ended, you found out they were disqualified for refusing to run?

Dress is an article not to be neglected. The difference between a man of sense and a fop, is that a fop values himself upon his dress; and a man of sense laughs at it, but at the same time knows he must never neglect it.

On another train of thought... Just heard that there has been all sorts of funnel clouds and tornado warnings in Ontario today. But why is it that we never hear about tornados in Europe? do they not get them? I think they have superhero's in Europe and they're keeping all those weather problems on the down-low. They're sitting back controlling the weather, doing all that good stuff, while we roll around in our trailer homes tossed about like salad.

Superheroes exist in Europe?!? What the heck am I doing in North America?!? I need to get me some powers so that I might help the helpless!

Hold me closer tiny dancer.

Blargh

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It's just another manic Monday.

If all Mondays are like today, I could get used to them.

I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a ray of sunlight streaking across my room, illuminating my day. My dreams were.. good. And sleep was restful. Rolled myself out of bed. Performed a good deed that I won't get recognition for. Felt good about that.. I hope my karma goes up. What an uplifting morning.

The beach is an awesome place. The cool breeze off the water. The sand.. sun.. large amounts of reflective surfaces aka bikini's. Mmmmmm

I wish the Oilers could have had the kind of day I did. Pity they played their hearts out and came out second. Second place is the first loser.

Nah, I love the Oilers, they were my underdog playoff team. I guess it's World Cup Soccer now!

Played some poker.. came in second. haha! I guess I was the last loser in this case since it's by elimination.

Nonetheless, today was a good day.

Salut!

Happy Father's Day!

This is a deceiving blog... I started it a while ago but it is now 3am in the morning.

A true guy friend is one who will walk home 50 blocks to let a friend have a chance to not sleep alone.

Man my feet hurt. I was walking from Broadway to SW Marine Dr. along Macdonald. I realize Macdonald isn't a straight street... you have to do a ton of twists and turns to go down it till you end up on Mackenzie at 41st because of the old folks home at 41st and Macdonald which doesn't allow you to go straight. The only thing I was thinking about while I was walking, was that I would be severely disappointed if I had walked for nothing.

That's about all the whining I got to do for today.

It's fathers day. Sometimes I fear I've disappointed my father with my failures in life. My sister was telling me the other day when my dad was driving her to work, how he's disappointed in himself for not raising me well enough so that I might be out of school and have a steady well paying job by now with a future. It's actually causing him a crisis of faith. He used to believe God had a plan for us and that everything would work out well if he prayed enough. But seeing as it's not the case he's losing faith. He's also disappointed about how my sister doesn't have a boyfriend yet, my mother is having problems with her boss, and his own situation at work. What a heavy yoke my father carries.

*Sigh* I wish I had a clearer direction in life for what I want to be. All my father really wants right now is for me to graduate with my Bachelors in anything. But in life, a bachelors really isn't going to be enough, thus I feel I'm just wasting time and money to get a degree that's going to help me stand in an unemployment line or temp agency.

I love my dad alot, and it's crushing to know that I'm causing him distress.

Conan! What is best in life?

Crush your enemies! See them driven before you! And hear the lamentation of their women!

Real knowledge is to know the extent of ones ignorance.

You know what sucks? Getting kicked by a snake.

People do silly things all the time all because people essentially want one thing. You may think it's to be happy, but you'd be wrong, it's to look good. Deep down, everyone wants to look good, be admired, be cherished for who they are. You might say, they do that in order to be happy! but, you want to be happy because being happy makes you look good in the eyes of others. Being successful. Being wealthy. Having admirers. It's not selfish though, it's human nature. It's not really good or bad, it's just what we do. Everyone does it. There's nothing wrong with it, it just is what it is.

But that's not the funny part. The funny part is that we spend all this time trying to look good for people, trying to be happy and make a name for ourselves, be well known, be liked, attractive, whatever, just hoping that someone will notice... That, when we got a compliment, a real, unasked for compliment made out of the goodness of someone's heart, just because... we've got absolutely no idea to handle it at all.

D: Hey, you look nice today.

S: What do you want?

D: Nothing, good night.

S: (confuzzled look)

Bwa ha ha ha ha

Did you know on average, most north americans believe that they are more attractive and more intelligent than anybody else on Earth?

To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.

Rawr!

Begone, foul villain! Begone!

Please?

*whimper*

I think i'm done for... tell my dog that.. I love her..

Ew.. not in that way... sicko.

Somedays I think it's a victory when I get up and talk myself out of depriving myself of oxygen, until I talk to you.. and then I start thinking.. a victory for whom?

Hahaha, I'm just a huge joyball! Is that a real word? It is now!

So what's the deal with staying moisturized? It just makes you all slippery! Not even kidding. I didn't fear slipping all over the place till my feet got all this "good moisture" put back into it. Now i'm walking in fear for my life! Carpets... more like.. slippery floor of death! I've resorted to wearing slippers.

So.. Gene Hackman vs Kevin Spacey as the new Lex Luthor. They're insane. Both of them. Megalomaniacs. I dunno if I even like that Lex Luthor. The one from the comics and animation was a bigger than life Lex Luthor. He wasn't technically evil, he just associated with evil people. He was of the mind that you had to break a few eggs to make omelettes. The previews of this Lex Luthor is definately the movie Lex. He's a little too.. off the wall. But Kevin Spacey is an acting god. Even though sometimes he knows it and takes some tame roles a little too big a la "Big Kahuna".

I have an idea to become a superhero. It involves shooting radiation through every single species of animal and then letting them bite me. I think it's a foolproof plan.

It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.

The girl game. Where everything has a secret meaning.

Take flowers. Girls like flowers, and they'll say they want them because they're pretty, or they smell nice. But that's not really why they want them, they want them because it means someone likes them. So they'll go out of their way to protest 'Oh goodness ME, I NEVER get flowers!' until the boy of their choice gets them some. And see, at that point, it doesn't matter whether the guy is getting them because they like the girl or not. At that point, it means 'OHMYGOSH HE LOVES ME'. Because that's what flowers MEAN to girls. What's sad is that he's probably just buying them to shut her up, and by doing so he completely invalidates the very meaning that the flowers are supposed to represent.

Then there's the "Does this make me look fat" game.. which the man NEVER wins. Don't get me started.

Then there's the photo game.. "Oh, don't take my picture, I look horrible in photos - look at these, don't I look ugly?" Girls say that because they want to hear "Oh no, you look BEAUTIFUL". Guys coo and gush over them because they want to make them 'feel better' - but what's the point of a compliment if it's out of pity?

And then there's the sex game.. which is all kinds of complicated. A girl will say that she's really into sex and loves it and doesn't get why other girls don't because it's just a natural thing - and that's because they think that guys think that a healthy interest in sex is 'hot', or a girl will pretend to be a shy lilting flower - "Oh, I'm so pure! I've never done ANYTHING sexual!" Because they think that for some reason being 'pure' makes them that much more attainable and appealing.

But beware, you can't say anything about this because if you try to tell the truth or call a girl on her game, then every person that's fallen for it will come galloping to her defense.

Without trust, most of the things we care about would not be safe. Yet not all things that need trust are things that should thrive. Trust can exist between intimates, strangers, and even enemies.

Sometimes we are let down. One can be disappointed, not betrayed, if someone is not following their expected habits. One can be betrayed if one's trust in the other's good will is shown to be misplaced. So a rough definition of trust is: "accepted vulnerability to another's possible but not expected ill will (or lack of good will) towards one"

The trusted one has some distrection over what counts as a breach of trust. One needs room both for forgiveness of unfortunate outcomes and for tact in the treatment of the question of whether there is anything to forgive when there are actions that may or may not have violated trust. If the truster is too unforgiving, and the trusted person too sensitive to criticism from the truster, then the trust relationship is unlikely to last long. And the trusted person also needs to be able to forgive unfair criticisms. A vulnerability to well-disguised breaches of trust is also part of trusting another.

Trust can also be less explicit or more gradual. It can even be unconscious.

Who else never wants to trust again?

Confucious says: Worry not that no one knows of you; seek to be worth knowing

Sorry about the last few posts, they lacked any real substance. Can a grown man sit around watching cartoons? HECK YES! People love cartoons at any age, there is no shame to enjoy Transformers, or anime. It's stuff we grew up on.

Fun words of wisdom for the day:
When you're biking at a fair speed a little downhill.. don't experiment with riding one handed first with your right.. then with your left... then come across the wise idea of tapping the brakes because you rarely use that side.

Or if you do... hope to god you're wearing a cup.. and lean back.. or you'll go over the handlebars instead of just striking them with your legs.. attached to your aerial body.

Everything has beauty but not everyone sees it.

Thats about all I have to say about that.

Everyone is different. No two people are not on fire. Awwwww.

Is everyone different? Are we all the same? As the master wrote "The [Americans] seemed to confuse standard of living with quality of life, equal opportunity with institutionalized mediocrity, bravery with courage, machismo with manhood, liberty with freedom, wordiness with articulation, fun with pleasure - in short, all of the misconceptions common to those who assume that justice implies equality for all, rather than equality for equals."

Is there moral justice for any who don't believe that others are equals?

A snake has no armpits

Everything is beautiful, in it's own way.

Except for an interpretive dance about diarrhea.

The first line reminds me of a choir concert I went to after I had graduated high school. The church was packed. The choir and the choir master (Mr. Trepp - a husky fellow.. ) were stuck in the pews and I was lucky enough to sit right behind him with a few alumni friends. Then.. the choir started singing "Everything is Beautiful". I almost couldn't handle it. Trepp's backside just two or three feet away from my face.. bobbing back and forth as he's turning and conducting.. everything is NOT beautiful. Upon realization of this, I turned my head slowly while grinning like an idiot, till my friends caught on what I was thinking. A whole row of shoulders began to bob. Oh.. the shame. I made a quick exit after that concert.

Now I must work on an essay that is due in the morrow. About comparative moral issues. FUN

Quarter of a Century

OMG! WTF! I'm how old?!?

Damn. I need to act my age.

Time for more fun!

What's the big deal about getting older anyways? Sure the slower you do academically the more science/economic doors close to you. But what is that to a creature of the arts? We do not age, we gain experience, we gain character, we gain... wrinkles... oh my god, is that a wrinkle?!? Some industrial strength cream should get rid of that. Phew, one crisis averted. ACK! A grey hair! HAIR DYE! HAIR DYE! Phew. I mean. Um.. nah, i'm hardly stressed enough to get any grey hairs on me. I enjoy life too much.

Speaking of which, I really have to get off my arse to do some cleaning around here. I live in a surrounding of organized clutter. Which could just become organized... We need to move or something. A move usually gets rid of about sixty percent of any junk laying around. I'd miss this house though. Maybe next year. But seriously. What is all this junk? Empty bottles, stray papers, face towels, socks... empty jars of Vegemite (a travesty), fliers, geez, and that's only in a one foot radius.

Got an awesome Hawaiian shirt. I lurve it. It's snappy!

I need to expand my wardrobe. Or at least organize my closet. I think I may have spied a moth in there earlier. That frightens me. Not the moth, but my imagination of what the moth might have done to my cashmere sweaters. Oh the fear.

Well it's late, I should sleep. What does a gamer do on his birthday? Game of course!

Just curious, do you get XP for killing this dramatic moment?

It is Saturday! Currently I am living up to my challenge of making a post per day. Though they may suck a little bit and could problably use a little tweaking along the way.

Funky dory night last night. Got some creme brulee, sponge cake, birds nest cookies... yum

Feeling kind of low energy... maybe a run might help. Hahahahahaha who am I kidding? What's on TV?

Also, the Piranha is on fire.

Bwa ha ha ha. Besides the love of getting to set and working. The cherry on top of all that whipped cream is hearing the words "Here's your voucher". Excuse me, I think I need to change my underwear. Whatever possessed me to go to set without at least a deck of cards. I read Shibumi for a while, but when you're reading, and then the person beside you puts down his book, looking obviously bored by it, cautiouslly looking in your direction to see if you also might put down your book to converse and thus quell his said boredom, can you in good conscience ignore that and attempt to continue reading your fantabulous book? The answer to that from this side is no.

I wish it were a little cooler. Not that I don't love the hot. It's difficult to craft delicious creations when the ambient temperature in the room is about 31 degree's, thus being too warm to properly cool said creations, diminishing them of a crisp crack.

It's Friday. Do your parents know where you are?

Good Morning Starshine, the Earth says "Hello"

Good morning! I must be shot for being a morning person. Well it's not really morning anymore I guess, i've been up for over an hour and already had breakfast. Feeling very chinese today. Had a rice dumpling and soy milk.

I think I upset some people when I previously posted that I had nobody I told everything to. But such is the life of a ninja. I mean... you probably don't want to hear about how I killed my last mark with a potato gun, then followed up with a shrimp fork. It's those kinds of things I don't reveal. But now that I have revealed that little fact. I'm going to have to kill anybody who has read this last paragraph. Don't bother looking behind you. You're already dead.

I'm told I sound melancholy. Is this true? If so, now is the winter of my discontent. Whateva Whateva, I do what I want!

Another day another dollar. Working out at the bottom end of Richmond tonight... and likely tomorrow night.

Reading Shibumi under threat of death. At least I get to drink water whilst I read.

You should also read Shibumi under threat of death via assassination. I command it.

I'm not sure why people ask when and where they're going to die. Wouldn't that just ruin the surprise? Personally I'd like to meet my end without knowing it was going to happen to see how I'd react. Was it not Shan Yu who said "Live with a man for forty years. Share his house, his meals; speak on every subject. Then tie him up and hold him over the volcano's edge, and on that day, you will finally meet the man." I sure hope I don't suck on that day.

Back to the toil and grime of the world. I mean.. Back to the glorious world that is life!

Vegetarians are full of baloney. Just Kidding

I am currently indulging in the guilty pleasure of Straweberry Haagen-Dazs. And South Park. I am under the impression I am the smartest man alive. I will probably be proven wrong. Right now. Ow, my bruised ego.

I've been listening to Puccini's final unfinished masterpiece Turandot all day today. I feel so cultured. I'm also in love with it now. I want to marry it and name it Suzy. Nessun Dorma is my favorite aria from the piece.

Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o, Principessa,
nella tua fredda stanza,
guardi le stelle
che fremono d'amore
e di speranza.

Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun sapra!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro
quando la luce splendera!

Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
che ti fa mia!

(Il nome suo nessun sapra!...
e noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)

Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All'alba vincero!
vincero, vincero!

I wish I could understand Italian.

But if I did understand Italian.. It would translate something like this..

None must sleep! None must sleep!
And you, too, Princess,
in your cold room,
gaze at the stars
which tremble with love
and hope!

But my mystery is locked within me,
no-one shall know my name!
No, no, I shall say it as my mouth
meets yours when the dawn is breaking!

And my kiss will break the silence
which makes you mine!

(No-one shall know his name,
and we, alas, shall die!)

Vanish, o night!
Fade, stars!
At dawn I shall win

Music completes my soul. My new resolution is to learn how to dance well. Gone will be the days of flailing arms which take out eyes! I will be light on my feet!

Who wants to be my partner?

We all fall down.

BLISS!

Reading the rumour board. Lets see... Spider-Man 3 is out next year.. they're in Pre-Production for the sequel to Batman Begins dut out in 2008.. Christian Bale is Batman.. and they're talking to guess who for the Joker? Paul Bettany! JOY! Bryan Singer is planning on directing the sequel to Superman Returns for 2009.. Oh the joy I feel is akin to love.

Thats enough of that. I'm a geek. What can I say?

I am sitting here giddy at the prospect of reading new books. Just bought Trevanian's Shibumi and Eiger Sanction, Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game, and Rutherford's Sarum. I trust they will be good, or somebody will get an earfull... Which will probably be refuted and later result in me finding myself in a gutter... in Wisconsen.. being eaten by rats.

Going to the dentist again tomorrow for a cleaning, must floss extra hard today to make up for lack of regular flossing.

I know, gross.

Meme I'm stealing from Braleigh which she stole from Smasher.. due to lack of other interesting posting stuff.

10 FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Green I suppose, but no. blue? no. red? no. black? no. purple? Forget it.
Favorite Food: Japanese food. French? ARGH. I LOVE ALL FOOD. No wait. Most food. Ask me an easy question. And I'll give you an easy answer.
Favorite month: June. My birthday is in it, and so's the summer solstice.
Favorite Song: Too many to list. It's like asking a fish which drink of water tasted best. They all complete me.
Favorite Movie: Are you kidding me? I used to work in Blockbuster. And i'm a geek. I'll just say. Top Gun. Sure. It's a guy movie.
Favorite Sport: Hmm, I just watch Hockey. Does that count?
Favorite Season: It's a toss up between Spring and Summer. Mmm Bikini's... on girls.. pervs.
Favorite Day of the week: Probably Friday
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: Coffee?
Favorite Time of Day: Night time. It's when I get my ninja-ing done.

9 CURRENTS

Current Mood: Tired, bored. Why aren't I asleep? I'm blogging. Shut up.
Current Taste: mouth. now water. now mouth again.
Current Clothes: um.. boxers and a wife-beater.
Current Desktop: Rurouni Kenshin
Current Toenail Color: Natural. Seriously.
Current Time: 23:23
Current Surroundings: In The Inner Sanctum. Artemis sits humming at my feet.
Current Thoughts: "I wish I had something more interesting to blog about."
I can't find a ninth current. oh well.

8 FIRSTS

First Best Friend: Ronald Yeung. Last I heard he was a rocket scientist. Seriously.. Went into something like astrophysics.
First Kiss: Crystal Lo. Oh my god I heart her. Beyong my reach now. If it was in like First Grade, does it count?
First Screen Name: Cubby
First Pet: Um, a turtle I named Apollo.. I can't remember why now.
First Piercing: I am unpierced.
First Crush: Crystal Lo. Embarassingly I used to speak her name in my sleep when I was in elementary school. Sadness.
First CD: um. Queen. I no longer have it. I gifted it to a friend who had need of Queen.

LASTS

Last Cigarette: Sunday
Last Drink: Sunday.. Jagerbomb at Caprice.. after Camping.. which I had more of the same.
Last Car Ride: Sunday, riding back from camping with Dan and Jenn.
Last Kiss: Too long ago. Um.. 2 weeks ago?
Last Movie Seen: X-Men 3: The Last Stand
Last Phone Call: Kimberly from Hidden Talent.
Last CD Played: Seriously? Who listens to CD's anymore? kidding. Actually I think it was the Swingle Singers. Either that or Bocelli.

6 HAVE YOU EVERS

Have You Ever Dated One of Your Best Guy/Girl Friends: Can't say that I have.
Have You Ever Broken the Law: Does it count if you've never been caught?
Have You Ever Been Arrested: Nope
Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Maybe.. fine. Yes.. don't picture it.
Have You Ever Been on TV: Sure have.
Have You Ever Kissed Someone You Didn't Know: Yup. I'm not ashamed by it. She was beautiful.

5 THINGS

Things You're Wearing: Same thing as before. Is this a glitch in the system?
Thing You've Done Today: Went to the book store.
Thing You Can Hear Right Now: Nessun Dorma from Turandot. Oh my god I love this aria so much.
Things You Can't Live Without: Air, water, food and shelter.
Things You Do When You're Bored: Sit at the computer in a vain attempt to find entertainment.

4 PLACES YOU'VE BEEN TODAY

1. School
2. Chapters
3. Home
4. Um.. on a bus? Crap. I got nothing else.

3 PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL ANYTHING TO

Nobody. It's a sad thing. My sense of propriety and self preservation keep me from fully revealing my innermost thoughts and feelings to anyone. I'm not sure anybody can say that they really know me. My sister is probably the closest one to knowing most things. But secrets aren't secrets if you tell people. Life gets lonely that way I suppose.

2 CHOICES

1. Black or White: Black.. I've seen those White ninja's.. they are clowns.
2. Hot or Cold: Hot. I'd rather burn to death quickly than feel the cold death creeping into my body.

1 THING YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
I want to be able to be proud of my life and the choices I've made. I've got a ways to go.

Right. So this is my first posting in a blog. Ever. What ever possessed my mind to convince me to post anything about my life? This reminds me of a little dialogue.

Mike: Sid, how can you say that blogging is all about getting attention? Blogging is about sharing, letting your friends know what's going on in your life, and being honest with yourself all the time!

Mike: I'll bet you can't give me one argument that shows blogging is a selfish anti-social act. go on. Just one.

Sit: They took the "we" out of "weblog" didn't they?

Mike: Uh... They uh...

Camping. The best past-time EVER. I lie. I do enjoy getting back to nature, running wild and free. Streaking across the campsite. But gosh darnit, I NEED PLUMBING. An outhouse with a giant smelly pit underneath it is not my idea of sanitation. Also, a lake without a nearby means of showering after is just unhygenic. There was copious amounts of food and large amounts of alcohol. Jagerbombs... they complete me.

I choose you!

And you
can count on me
waiting for you
in the parking lot.

This morning was nice. Woke up, discovered I had a dentist appointment. Proceeded to get drilled into a million pieces as my dentist was determined to clean my mouth of cavities. I don't know why I used to think scaling was fun. Oh yeah. My old dentist had a cute hygenist. That's always soothing to the soul. Metal instruments prodding your oral orifice does not a happy Dave make.

With a newly sealed cavity and terribly numbed mouth. I set forth to conquer the world once again. I have found I am able to make that Elvis look. I am able to curl half my lip up without the other moving. After this amazing discovery I decided to eat my fill of delicious chinese food around the corner. This is where the story becomes sad. Though I am now able to do this cool lip curl, I cannot feel or move the upper left quadrant of my mouth. This causes problems when trying to eat spicy beef noodles. I resign myself to eating with my finger stuck into my mouth to prevent further mouth damage. This results in odd looks from the locals. Even with the Elvis curl, I make a hasty retreat home where I sadly wait for the novocaine to wear off.

Those are the only notable things I've done recently I suppose.

I anticipate much boredom tomorrow. Class, more class. Maybe I'll go to the bike store and get some biking gloves. The black rubber staining my hands make me feel less than clean. A new backpack is also on my to-do list. But I think my sister will get me that for my birthday. Oh my god. Birthday. Getting older. I must strive to make the most out of my youth!

WE'RE GOING STREAKING!

EVERYBODY'S DOING IT!

COME ON!...

I'll sleep later. Maybe blog again. I crave attention.