myblog -january '03

yaaay! i have a fan!! :D

i just saw blow.. man, that movie really saddened me.. the ending, its soo.. agh.. really, its soo sad. i recommend everyone watch it.. its very well done too.. nothing extraordinary, but very much worth watching.. man.. *is still affected by the ending*

abortion is murder

On a Swedish chainsaw:

"Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."

wow! moshbear havok!

im sick again, bob is going to have a field day with that one.. *coughs, sneezez and coughs some more*

one of the greatest people on the face of the earth sent me this oute:

"Never underestimate the power of a group of stupid people"

so very very right

yesterday, after three years of having sworn off school for good (missing even my graduation, not the dance, contrary to what my brother believes.. which is.. that graduation is the dance and that when you get your diploma is the award ceremony.. *is getting confused at so much unnecessary crap being mentioned*) ok, so i had to goto school today to pick up some transcripts of my grades from the last 4 years i was in school, after having said i would never goto school again, and who is there but the heamaster! (principal, to normal people, which noone going to that school was.. ) yeah, the most hated guy in that whole school, even by teachers! he's just soo stuckup and pedantic.. he's not evil though, (you didnt hear it from me!) but he just had a way of being unlikeable.. well, i walked upto the reception (it was after hours, not to mention still vacation), and who was there to greet me but him! after he saw my face, and realized it was me (with short hair) the expression on his face turned into something that can only be described as controlled shock and inadequacy, from which the following words emanated:

"ohh no, its the weird one.."

hahahahh what in the HAIL??? im not even joking here, either! and thats all he said, thats all he could say.. he became very uneasy by my presence.. but you see, there is a story behind his reaction. it goes thus:
it was the last assembly i would ever be at, the last thursday of school.. i was porting an illegal hairdo.. (my hair was set up into little "balls" spanning my head), and he made sure to approach me about it before assembly.. "do you think you can get rid of that hairstyle in less than 5 minutes?" "nop, sorry.. it would just end up worst than it is now.. " his shoulders sank in defeat and walked off.. during assembly, there was an award ceremony, giving out something called the "duke of edimburgh" award, which is comprised of completing several activities including expeditions, and learning something (in my case, i attended a fireman training course) among other stuff.. as he is not liked, many to whom he gave this award wouldnt even grace him with a handshake.. (the poor sap) anyhooze, so, he would announce everybody's name, they would walk up to him, get the award and walk off the stage, but, for me, he did something.. "special"... "and part of this award is due to expeditions.. not exhibitionism..." and then he calls my name.. a spark of genius occurred to me, and an evil smile took over my face.. i walked down the bleachers, around the students sitting on the floor, and approached the stage. the headmaster prepared to hand me my diploma, and extended his hand, i lunged at him in a loving embrace. thats right, i hugged the most hated person you could ever meet, in front of the whole school. all he could do was stand there, paralized in shock, while the entire crowd roared with laughter, clapping, cheering and my name being cried in praise of this almost heroic act. i walked off stage, and into history, as the only person to have hugged this mythical being.

the united states is not a democracy, the people do not elect their president, this is done by something called the "electoral college", if you didnt learn that during the past elections, you know that now.
it is also not the land of the free, as amof, it is one of the most repressive countries in the developed world. tell me you are free, and i will ask you if you can buy cuban goods. tell me you are free, and i will ask you if you can legally consume marijuana. is the US the most powerful country in the world? it very well may be. but does that mean they have to be impervious to the rest of the world, and indulge in their own ignorance? so much so do they, in fact, that they call themselves americans, despite that being the name of the entire continent, making people from brazil, mexico and haiti, all just as much "americans" as people from the US.. home of the brave? how brave is it to economically muscle every other country into submission? push around smaller, dependent countries for their own greedy purposes.. home of the greedy more like...
do i hate the US, or people thereof? no. i hate this:

"america is the best country in the world"

just be humble, admit your defects, and do something towards fixing these.

ok i dont know exactly how i managed to forget to mention this, but, the other day, we experienced what might be one of the weirdest natural phenomena ever! i dont know how or where my mom managed to hear about this, but she heard of some strange road near a volcano here (which, btw, is my favorite place on earth) where, if you stop your car, turn it off, and set it to neutral, the car will begin to roll uphill!!!! yeah, you think thats weird? it is!! even more so since it is TRUE!!! it was sooo weird! we found the road, asking the natives there... and some people said that it hadnt worked for them, but that other people had said it did to them.. so we went and tried it.. stopped the car in one place, no brakes, motor off.. nothing.. we moved it to a different part of the 50 meter stretch.. nothing.. another part, it began to move!! then the person at the wheel for some reason pressed the brake, hence stopping the car.. then we went a bit more uphill (the inclination wasnt too great, just in case you were wondering, just a few degrees, 17 if i had to guess) stopped the car, and it began to go uphill!!!! and at quite a decent speed, almost at the speed it would be going if someone were to have been pushing it!! then we moved the car to the base of the stretch, same ritual, and just waited.. the car moved alll the way to the top of the hill, over the hill, and then down it.. by its own momentum!!! it was such an amazing experience!!! it was sooo crazy!! i dont know what the explanation for this phenomenon is, but it was surely an experience..

qouth some guy on a site explaining what emo music is:

Once in third grade I told someone "Hey, no big deal, don't have an orgy." I thought it meant something like temper tantrum. Learn your vocabulary!

in your life you have some trouble, when you worry you make it double..

"theres only one rule, and that's that there are no rules, which i break, cuz i follow it..."

one year ago today: i ate the worst tasting candy, in the shape of a urinating boy (as if that would have given me a good enough clue..), went to a playground to "exercize", and reported having seen my first real pimp! two days from now, a year ago, i will have seen brandon boyd of incubus fame.

cooking with the insaner baker

apple-cinnamon almond goodness:

ingredients:

300 grams wheat flour

3 tablespoons yeast*

3 tablespoons baking soda

2 tablespoons cinnamon

180g lactocream (or butter/margarine hybrid)

200g crushed blanched almonds

200g brown sugar

200g chopped apple (one large apple will do)

makes one cake/pie and about 40 cookies

instructions:

begin by mixing the flour with the yeast* and baking soda, adding the cinnamon, followed by the butter/margarine. mead the mix until even consistency, add the crushed almonds and mead into the dough, followed by the brown sugar* and then the chopped apple. continue to mead until even consistency is achieved, then place half the mix in a medium-sized cake mold, and the other half rolled into small balls, later to be pressed into shape on a buttered pan*. preheat the oven at 170 degrees celsius, and bake until golden tanning occurs, remove from oven and let it cool. (*directions are expressed as they were created, you may also mix the brown sugar in with the original flour mix, use the entire mass of dough for one purpose (cookies or cake), and even entirely omit the yeast, as it was only originally added by mistake)

this will create positively the most delicious pastry you will make yourself, if not more! this insaner creation is truly and honestly delicious, i do insist you try making them yourself!

whoa! i just noticed that if you divide the number of total hits to the site (62011) by 365, you get none other than the bob number!

did you buy a CD during the period 1995-2000? well then, you are entitled to a check!! find out how here

the other night i was thinking how i wish i had a dad... not a different one, just, you know, the one i dont have now, but "improved" or, just at all.. nevermind, at least i know i have a father in heaven.

*has completed his script, and will soon move on to filming, and is now currently working on fixing some scripts and stuff for this site*

"danny can't wake up, mrs torrence.."

"redrum! redrum!"

number b: i was at the beach today.. and i was swimming underwater, you know, holding my breath.. but, i didnt want to open my eyes so as to not get them all red and crazy lookin', so, i had a system going with my sister, where she would splash to let me know when i was approaching the wall, so as to prevent me from hitting it straight on.. but, at some point, my sister got tired and wanted to leave, so when i went in again, i thought she wouldnt give me the "signal".. so i opened my eyes at the right time, and saw the wall, and closed them back again, calculating when id hit, but then, suddenly, i hear the "signal", got distracted, and swam right into the wall.. loud underwater smack and all.. quite, quite painful.. i smashed my hand and face straight into it.. i emerged in pain, holding my head, and since i tend to joke about getting hit often, so, apparently my sister didnt believe me at first, and then she said "ohh no! youre bleeding!" "ha-ha, riight.. " "no really" (it was a heavy bang, so i didnt have much trouble actually believing her, but, i didnt at first) so i went to the bathroom and checked in the mirror.. i was bleeding from a large scratch on my forehead.. and there was a concussion above it to match.. hahah. ohh me and getting hurt..
for the following narration of occurrences, i will refer to the narration style of beginning the story at the end, and then back to the beginning, for dramatic effect..
my heart is racing, seriously, pounding.. ohh crap, my mom has no money on her... so the owner of the place returns with the check, and says they only accept visa cards, so my mom says, "well, i only have mastercard.." "yes, i understand, but, we can only accept visa.." "try the card again" "yes, i already tried, but.. it wont work.. listen, dont worry, its ok.. i mean.." "nono.. its not ok, we cant leave here without paying for our bill!" "well.. i.. " he starts speaking a bit wierdly.. "...we can figure something out.. i dont know, uhh.. we can write down your id number and you can... uh.. take our account number and make the deposit or something.. i.. uhh.." so my mom decides to leave and drive around in search for an atm, to take some money out to pay for the bill.. but, its late, its saturday, and its a very non-central town here, and the chances of finding one is slim-to-none.. so my sister and i are sitting there alone at the table, seeing my mom drive off into the night, while people are beginning to stare at us there.. "look! those people there are staring at me! if they look again im just going to stick my tongue out and cross my eyes at them!" (my sister, getting freaked out) "hahah" ohh my sister.. a while later, the cavalry arrives, a little too early, so i knew they didnt find anything.. indeed, they hadnt, so we begin to make our exit.. my sister grabs her take-out pizza, and we head for the door, my mom had apparently arranged something with the owner, and then he graciously let us leave and chuckled while he very eerily rubbed himself (im not even joking either) we would deposit the money for the bill onto the place's account on monday.. and we left..
what had happened? well.. we found this hidden pizza place, go in take a seat, and the waiter comes to, uhh, "service" us.. my mom asks "do you take credit cards here?" "only visa" "yeah yeah yeah... " she replied, almost imperviously, and uncaringly.. within minutes, the place gets full, we make our order, and our food arrives.. its delicious.. like, seriously. (whoa, valley girl syndrome!) anyhooze, we order like 7 drinks (things to drink, not "alcoholic" drinks.. obviously) two pizzas, (one to go) and three pasta dishes.. which we scarfed down in no time.. during this time, the one waiter they had, had also had to go make a delivery, so we were unattended for a time.. and the guy who was apparently the owner of the place was just aimlessly walking around from table to table, ignoring our needs.. our desires *begins panting* so we then tried getting his attention many times to get us some more something to drink, then to get us the dessert list, then to explain it to us.. we begin to notice the guy is a bit.. um.. drugged? it was very odd.. plus the fact that he wasnt speaking his first language, and hence sounded quite strange.. we then order some dessert dishes he had recommended. when he brought them, we found out they werent what we had ordered.. hahah, the guy had messed up our dessert order! we werent too worried about that tho, it was good stuff... mine was sort of like some ice cream thing... so i dug my spoon into it, or at least tried. it was very hard, so i had to make an effort to slice of a piece.. and *poof* three pieces fly off my plate and onto the floor.. (oops!) so i just leave them there.. they were in plain sight, and slowly began to melt into to little ice cream puddles.. almost harrassingly so.. so we finish eating, and then they brought us the check.. it was a large sum, so, my mom looked through it, to find we had been charged a beer.. hmm.. we dont even drink beer.. we notify the waiter, he jokingly remarks that "hey, you might not even end up having to pay for your dinner.." referring to the owner's state of.. uhh.. "lack of alertness".. he brings it back, but takes just waaay too long so when he comes back my mom says "no, here, just take my card, charge us 8 beers if you want, just, you know.. we want to leave..." (she said it in a jokingly way.. ie, she didnt say it angrily) so the guy comes back, and thats where he tells my mom they dont accept cards other than visa.... hahah.. oops! and to think of all the crazy crap we had done!!
as we drove off, we noticed everyone seemingly awarer of something.. and then we realized they were staring at us as we left.. and i guess discussing what had just happened... hahahh.. and then we realized the whole absurdity of the event.. walking in the restaurant, in our beach attire, me with a large bump on my forehead, and a large red blotch (i think i just made that word up) below that.. and then ordering a lot of food, eating it all like savages, and not having enough money to pay it with, not having the "right" credit card, and hence not being able to pay for the meal, and on top of all that, walking out with a take-out pizza!! and if you know us, you know we made a racket while we were there (no, not "diturbing the peace" but, more like, clowning around in the privacy of our table..) boy did we laugh on the way home, just out of embarrassment with our predicament.. ohh dear.. ohh dear.. just picturing what we might have looked like to the other people there.. or, just the plain absurdity of the whole thing.. does everyone lead such odd lives as us? or are we the normal ones??

i have many a thing to tell.. i will begin..
i went to see the ring the other day.. very very very well done movie.. if you are the kind to get scared by movies and stuff.. (im not).. then this movie will phreak you out!! (my brother had to go sleep on my sisters floor after seeing it.. he's 18).. i thought it was a very well done movie, and, ps, ohhhh man were the chickies in that sucka phyne with a "P"!!! its like I, yours truly, was the casting director!! like i was single-handedly responsible for selecting all the major chickie roles.. *begins to drool uncontrollably*
i also saw one hour photo.. excellent excellent movie.. man, it was about time hollywood started spewing out this kind of quality movies.. the story was just sooo well written, and the movie so well directed.. but, be warned.. if you dont like movies that dont have explosions or corny story lines, animated characters or lame hollywood formula structures.. then, youre better off not watching this movie..

according to bob i am "obsessed" with axe body spray.. well, thats cuz he's stoopid, im not obsessed, i just want to get it at all costs as soon as is humanly possible, so that i, too, may have the patented axe effect... so take that and shove it!!! *general random yelling and hollering at bob for being such a doodoohead*

it was great.. great indeed... i now have 600megs less space on my drive.. well.. not really, i deleted a bunch of stuff while i was recording... so yeah... it was great

FIRST AVRIL PRIMETIME INTERVIEW EVER!!! in less than 15 mins, and I'M WATCHING!!!!!

oooh the new icon looks soo pretty!!

avril dream alert!! yes, thats right, kiddies.. i have officially had my first avril dream.. and it was a double-whopper!! first i dreamt that we had gotten married but it wasnt.. i dont know, like it wasnt official or some weird crap like that.. hahah.. like that she wasnt too much into the whole deal, and then we were at some deserted restaurant place sittine there and she was talking to my mom, and my mom was asking her if she wanted to see the wedding photos.. it was sort of odd.. it was like i was stuck in a loveless marriage.. *sigh*
but, like i said, it was a double-whopper of a dream, at that point my mom woke me up, but i wasnt feeling well (unrelatedly), so i went back to sleep and then i dreamt that avril was at my grandma's house and i was all shy and i went to talk to her and stuff.. *blushes* so then i asked her if she liked my new haircut, (as compared to the one i had when i met her.. ohh thats right! i havent told you all about the time i met her!! well.. thats going to be one to post..) and then she said "no".. hahah she didnt like my haircut!!! hahah, and the funny part is that in my dream avril had the worst haircut!! hahah.. she had some weird short thing with bangs and it was curled in.. and basically looked insanely weird!! hahah, and she didnt like my haircut??? hahah.. anyhooze, then she had to go, and so she got on a bus, and the guy from filter was also there (at my grandmas) which is.. well.. weird.. cuz, what in the HAIL is the guy from filter doing in my dreams?? hahah! so then he came upto me and asked if i knew who he was.. (which, in real life, if he came upto me, i wouldnt recognize him! hahah) so i said "yeah, youre the guy from filter" and then he got on the bus, and then i decided to get on (cuz, well, avril was there) so then we ended up going somewhere weird.. i dont even remember, who cares.. woot! *general celebration over his first avril dream(s)*

yesterday i got what could probably be the highest compliment i have ever received, which was as follows:

"[insert my name here] gives life to life"

(while it does make a lot more sense in spanish, you can probably understand what it means) this was said to me by my young cousin. its nice to see that there are people who do indeed appreciate my existance.. *sigh of relief*

man, i have like the worst headache right now.. like all day, dood.. since i woke up.. thass right my homey..

todays dream:
psycho like all others, but, this one has a weird twist.. not all that weird tho, but here it is. so, it begins as me back in school, which, oddly, is located where my grandma lives... then the bell rang and i saw some people i havent seen in years.. (in my grandmas house, which was also school.. *shrugs*) then i had to go home to get something and return to school for the last two periods, which btw, were econ and math.. and i guess i had to go get my notes or something. so i went down the boulevard to my house, jumping into the air so i could glide down in the air (so as to go faster) but it wasnt working too well (i was going to slowly, and the red traffic light didnt help) eventually i picked up speed, and began to glide insanely fast, and then i did a tight curve home.. not before i slowed down by going back to the ground and dragging my slick shoe soles to a halt.. or at least slow-down.. then i saw my mom, and i told her how i had bought a delorean. and i was soo excited because it was my first car, i had apparently gotten a good price as this car was oooold and dirty and in need of some urgent cleaning the inside up! but it was mine!! so i got inside it and drove it around a bit in some strange looking place that was apparently our home, but looked more like a weekend barbecue ranch hut type place.. and then my mom called us for dinner, but i said i had to hurry up because i had to go back to class, but then i looked over at a watch and realized i had already missed half of my next class.. some other stuff happened, but, basically, i had a delorean!!! yeah!! and it wasnt a fancy, well-groomed, clean car, oh no, it was MY delorean, my trashy, second hand delorean.. *is still psyched about it* wait, that was a dream.. blahst! man, if i ever get a car, its going to be a dirty, used delorean.. (have i said that word just waaay too much?)

avril on SNL tomorrow *begins to shake uncontrollably* (man, that reminds me, i sooo have to blog the last months i spent in that other continent.. like.. soooooo)

*is avidly working on that movie script i mentioned earlier (filming is supposed to begin next week, and the script isnt even finished yet)*

cuz its not going to stop, till you wise up...

i just found a more efficient way to finish writing my movie script (of the movie i previously mentioned im going to be filming) so now that its easier, it should be finished more quickly, and hopefully by next week we can start filming and the plan is to have a cut by feb.. but, im not sure.. anyhooze.. i must sleep.. at.. some.. point.. ohh that reminds me.. ive been having some really effed up dreams lately.. and friday, i woke up at 10pm and then didnt sleep until sunday 2am and then woke up 7 hours later.. and ive been waking up early since.. and its been messing me up.. i get headaches and stomach aches and i feel tired... waking u pearly sucks!!!!! (nop un intended.. the typos that is)

no, you dont understand, i must see adaptation!!!!! i MUST!!!!!!!!

my momma always said, "tv is like a box of choclets.. leave it out in the sun and it will all just melt into a big glob of chocolatey goodness.."

what we have to do is be humble, admit we have a problem, and realize we have to do something about it. there is one who can get you out of that vice, that addiction, that problem you have that you dont admit you have, and that is jesus christ, your lord and savior. kneel down to him, and tell him you are sorry that you have wasted away your life in stupidty, in your drug addiction, in your drinking, your fornicating, your adulterating, your hurting your family and your friends, you are sorry, and you are ready to turn your life around, accept him as your lord and savior, and that you will get out of that rut, with his help, and his eternal love, for he gave his life for you and all you have to do, is accept that, and live that, and your life will change.. forever.. put your head down, be humble, dont be proud, dont deny you have a problem, dont deny you are hurting yourself and everyone who cares about you. and thats the first step. dont think youre alone, many people have gotten out of that drug addiction, that shameful life, i have seen it, its not uncommon. it can be done, and jesus christ is your ticket to success, your ticket to eternal happiness.

ok, soon, there will be an inundation of content here.. content ive been oweing the blog-fans for a while now.. months, actually.. so.. be prepared.. i predict.. 15 thousand words of blog-goodness to come..

HOLY MOTHERS!!!!!!! theres a picture of me on the internet!!! *hiars standing on edge*!!!

ohh man the dream i had today!!!! *has to goto sleep now.. sorry.. stomach is telling me to lie flat for 12+ hours.. with my eyes closed and REM induced*

"Once I knew two people who didn't fall in love. They both died horribly the following day. Makes you think."
"If I had to choose between being with you for one night and winning the lottery…I'd take the lottery. But it'd be close. Real close."

Auld Lang Syne
Traditional Scottish, first penned by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear,
And days of auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine.
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne,
We've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld ang syne.
We twa hae sported i' the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin' auld lang syne.
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.