So, I'm sitting here thinking about "seriousness".
When I was a child, I took pretty much everything seriously. Don't ask me why, but i was under the impression that I was a good Catholic Boy, and in order to be the best Catholic Boy ever, I had to take everything seriously.
Now, it's a little different/
There are precious few things I take seriously:
1. Houses/architecture
2. My friendships
3. my job, to an extent.
Everything else, I guess I'm pretty cavalier about; whether it be sex, which I'll get to later, or money, or like speed limits, romantic relationships, food (to an extent), and surprisingly, my music.
I take voice lessons, but I find myself practicing close to never. That's kind of a problem if I ever want to improve....
What is my issue?
Do I think I'm better than practicing? Above it?
I was contemplating this as I was walking in the blazing heat to voice lessons today.
I have found that most all things I commit to I like flake off in some way.
With the gym, I went but did I work out and improve my body? not really.
Voice lessons...am I talented? yes. Do I practice? no. Will I get better? not likely.
BY THE WAY
strawberry ice cream with chocolate jimmies is delicious.
Back to the point.
I think this lack of commitment is part of my nature as a Sagittarius. Procrastination is also part of my personality too, so that contributes.
But now to the big ticket item, sex.
I'll admit it, I like sex and I hook up every now and again. Certainly not on a regular basis, but if I'm feeling particularly sexual on a given day, I'll contact someone.
Then, when I was visiting my friend, he brought up the issue of "using my body to get what I want".
I thought that was good for me to hear, because in a sense I do. I certainly don't whore myself, but if I want sex, it's not a problem to get it.
I'm just very divided on this issue:
on one hand...
what the hell is the big deal?? I LIKE SEX! So what? everyone else and their mom does, but am I the only one willing to discuss it and be liberal in sex?
then on the other hand...
all my friends think I'm a cheap, easy manwhore.
I've been with a total of four people.
I really don't think that's bad at all.
Four.
out of like however many billions there are on the planet.
Despite my natural tendency to defend myself, I do see their point, because I've never had sex with someone I really liked and cared for.
However, that is simply a problem of finding the right person, and waiting I suppose, two things I'm not very good at.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"I Don't like talkin' bout mah' flair..."
If you can name that quote I will enjoy it muchly!
So, today. I went swimming, again, and then went to work. My brother complicated the day by saying he needed a ride, and then reneg-ing as I was out the door. At work, some guy looked at my hair, which was in the tousled/ruffled style I guess, and said, "Bad Hair Day??"
I just kind of laughed and told him I was swimming, but truly I wondered what would prompt one to say that. If I was in fact really having a bad hair day, do you think I would want to discuss it?
"Bad Hair Day??"
"Oh yes, you know it just was not agreeing with me! As a result, I missed my breakfast, and the bus to work and when I got over my hair insecurity, you just cam along and brought it up agian. Thanks!"
Little comments like that by customers who think we're like close just baffle me at time. In all honesty, it doesn't anger me, iI just find it a bit silly what some people have the audacity to day to another.
Case and Point:
on the Today Show, they had a segment about parents out and about dishing out parenting advice in a completely inappropriate and rude manner. I think we all know what I mean here.
Two mom at a playground, and one has the chutzpah to say something dumb, like Your son is a menace! Never again will I subject my children to such depravity!!" and mom A storms of, when Mom B's child was just like running around..being a child...
Can I get an Amen on any of this?
So, today. I went swimming, again, and then went to work. My brother complicated the day by saying he needed a ride, and then reneg-ing as I was out the door. At work, some guy looked at my hair, which was in the tousled/ruffled style I guess, and said, "Bad Hair Day??"
I just kind of laughed and told him I was swimming, but truly I wondered what would prompt one to say that. If I was in fact really having a bad hair day, do you think I would want to discuss it?
"Bad Hair Day??"
"Oh yes, you know it just was not agreeing with me! As a result, I missed my breakfast, and the bus to work and when I got over my hair insecurity, you just cam along and brought it up agian. Thanks!"
Little comments like that by customers who think we're like close just baffle me at time. In all honesty, it doesn't anger me, iI just find it a bit silly what some people have the audacity to day to another.
Case and Point:
on the Today Show, they had a segment about parents out and about dishing out parenting advice in a completely inappropriate and rude manner. I think we all know what I mean here.
Two mom at a playground, and one has the chutzpah to say something dumb, like Your son is a menace! Never again will I subject my children to such depravity!!" and mom A storms of, when Mom B's child was just like running around..being a child...
Can I get an Amen on any of this?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Better place than last night
So I think after last nights rant, I am more stable. I feel like I can breathe again, you know?
I have a small art collection that I ended up not being able to sell/display...
however...
I think I just want to send them to a couple of people.
Kind of like a secret santa....
of sorts lol.
nothing extremely note worthy happened today. I went swimming which was pretty sweet considering it was like 02859347587409.67 degrees out.
this week is pretty much a normal one for me..just the normal work, hangout here and there.
Thursday is the "Gap Denim Party" for the jeans that were a "two and 1/2 year labor of love"
..........
in my opinion, if it was such a process and a monumental task, then why are the jeans SO similar to those sold pre re-design?
Come on now, Gap! Don't short change me! I know that all you did was raise the wasit on the men's jeans by like 1/4 an inch.
you!
Retail is so silly.
So, now I've been feeling that I want to do Historic preservation in Haverhill, and I already have my office picked out. The corner of Essex and Granite Streets. All mine, Bitch!
I have a small art collection that I ended up not being able to sell/display...
however...
I think I just want to send them to a couple of people.
Kind of like a secret santa....
of sorts lol.
nothing extremely note worthy happened today. I went swimming which was pretty sweet considering it was like 02859347587409.67 degrees out.
this week is pretty much a normal one for me..just the normal work, hangout here and there.
Thursday is the "Gap Denim Party" for the jeans that were a "two and 1/2 year labor of love"
..........
in my opinion, if it was such a process and a monumental task, then why are the jeans SO similar to those sold pre re-design?
Come on now, Gap! Don't short change me! I know that all you did was raise the wasit on the men's jeans by like 1/4 an inch.
you!
Retail is so silly.
So, now I've been feeling that I want to do Historic preservation in Haverhill, and I already have my office picked out. The corner of Essex and Granite Streets. All mine, Bitch!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Hung Up
I am completely hung up on someone (again), and it is completely illogical and I feel fucking retarded.
First off...
1. He lives 11 hours away
2. He's taken
3. He has a different idea of fun than I do
4. He doesn't chat like I do.
5. I know it would never work between with us.
SO why in God's green Earth am I hung up on him?????!?!
WHY?
I don't get it!
Am I one of those crazies who will cling to the first peson who shows an honest caring for another?
God I hope not.
I pray that's not why.
But it seems, it is.
ANd the worst part is, I have no hope for meeting someone just as cool as him.
here anyway
I should just be a nun. It's easier.
I have a hankering to call him, text him, talk to him, anything, something!
But....
I don't want to seem crazy (even though we all know I pretty much am at this point)
What the fuck is all I can say at this point I'm just so irritated with myself.
As of this moment, I officially give up on love.
The ONE human being that I like and respect and seems right for me is completely unavailable and not interested in that way, which he as made abundantly clear.
However, at points I have caught him lightly flirting.
And everytime I see him, or hear from him, I don't feel good enough.
Yes, this is turning slightly into a pity party but I have no where else to vent.
Like, I am really at a loss as to what to do.
Do I move on?
Do I lock this feeling away until a more convenient time?
Do I give up on love?
Do I continue?
Am I bothered?
extremely.
First off...
1. He lives 11 hours away
2. He's taken
3. He has a different idea of fun than I do
4. He doesn't chat like I do.
5. I know it would never work between with us.
SO why in God's green Earth am I hung up on him?????!?!
WHY?
I don't get it!
Am I one of those crazies who will cling to the first peson who shows an honest caring for another?
God I hope not.
I pray that's not why.
But it seems, it is.
ANd the worst part is, I have no hope for meeting someone just as cool as him.
here anyway
I should just be a nun. It's easier.
I have a hankering to call him, text him, talk to him, anything, something!
But....
I don't want to seem crazy (even though we all know I pretty much am at this point)
What the fuck is all I can say at this point I'm just so irritated with myself.
As of this moment, I officially give up on love.
The ONE human being that I like and respect and seems right for me is completely unavailable and not interested in that way, which he as made abundantly clear.
However, at points I have caught him lightly flirting.
And everytime I see him, or hear from him, I don't feel good enough.
Yes, this is turning slightly into a pity party but I have no where else to vent.
Like, I am really at a loss as to what to do.
Do I move on?
Do I lock this feeling away until a more convenient time?
Do I give up on love?
Do I continue?
Am I bothered?
extremely.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
too philosophical?
I feel that sometimes I get too philosphical/analytical about life
I find myself thinking, thinking and thinking, then I wonder, what happened to living? apparently I forgot how to do that somewhere.
I've also noticed that I come on here and attempt to have a revelation of sorts, but it never works. I sign, all hopeful like a little boy at christmas, hoping someone will have found my blog and written amazing comments, and boom I've found my soul mate.
...I've yet to get anyone beyond my immediate circle to even look at my blog. How do I get random coolio readers?
Sienfeld is on. My brother and I have come into this new, late night routine of Seinfeld and really I am quite grateful. Last night was the Bette Midler episode. "((sob, sob, sob))....my((sob, sob)) frankfurter....((sob, sob)), oh no!...it felll" AAAHAHAH. that is probably the funniest episode.
Over my vacation, I attempted to play Oblivion.
If anyone has attempted the game, he will know about how it begins in jail.
Ummm..ya.
I died about like 5 times in the jailhouse, and couldn't find the effing captain for legitimately 20 minutes.
talk about a debaucle. Never again. I was at complete loss for how this is sooo entertaining. Not to knock it for others who play it, but it's not for me.
Honestly, I dont understand the whole current trend of living vicariously through a video game. WOW?
like...we have this thing....called Planet Earth.
and another thing, called life. ((back to life, hell yes, look at that connection!)). Like, is your life so completely dull that you have to hold yourself up in the family room, stuck in some alternate plane where money is called like Hoo-de-haa and everyone has a magical power and is either British or an elf........
.....................................
I'm just confused here. I understand the value of a video game don't get me wrong, but to play it so often that it takes over your actual life, and your actual life becomes that which is in the game, to me is quite sad.
so maybe I'm getting on my soapbox here....
BUT
there is just so much to do in the real world. Why spend your life on the couch lost in WOW?
this argument is a little hard for me to fight just because I catch myself doing that which I condemn with the sims....
however, because of how I feel, I really do limit my playing. The sims is pretty much the only game I play and to be honest, I haven't played in about a month.
so I just do not know. All I know is I just do not understand the hours of fun one can have with WOW and the like.
I find myself thinking, thinking and thinking, then I wonder, what happened to living? apparently I forgot how to do that somewhere.
I've also noticed that I come on here and attempt to have a revelation of sorts, but it never works. I sign, all hopeful like a little boy at christmas, hoping someone will have found my blog and written amazing comments, and boom I've found my soul mate.
...I've yet to get anyone beyond my immediate circle to even look at my blog. How do I get random coolio readers?
Sienfeld is on. My brother and I have come into this new, late night routine of Seinfeld and really I am quite grateful. Last night was the Bette Midler episode. "((sob, sob, sob))....my((sob, sob)) frankfurter....((sob, sob)), oh no!...it felll" AAAHAHAH. that is probably the funniest episode.
Over my vacation, I attempted to play Oblivion.
If anyone has attempted the game, he will know about how it begins in jail.
Ummm..ya.
I died about like 5 times in the jailhouse, and couldn't find the effing captain for legitimately 20 minutes.
talk about a debaucle. Never again. I was at complete loss for how this is sooo entertaining. Not to knock it for others who play it, but it's not for me.
Honestly, I dont understand the whole current trend of living vicariously through a video game. WOW?
like...we have this thing....called Planet Earth.
and another thing, called life. ((back to life, hell yes, look at that connection!)). Like, is your life so completely dull that you have to hold yourself up in the family room, stuck in some alternate plane where money is called like Hoo-de-haa and everyone has a magical power and is either British or an elf........
.....................................
I'm just confused here. I understand the value of a video game don't get me wrong, but to play it so often that it takes over your actual life, and your actual life becomes that which is in the game, to me is quite sad.
so maybe I'm getting on my soapbox here....
BUT
there is just so much to do in the real world. Why spend your life on the couch lost in WOW?
this argument is a little hard for me to fight just because I catch myself doing that which I condemn with the sims....
however, because of how I feel, I really do limit my playing. The sims is pretty much the only game I play and to be honest, I haven't played in about a month.
so I just do not know. All I know is I just do not understand the hours of fun one can have with WOW and the like.
Friday, August 14, 2009
"God is Love"
I was tooling around today, and I stumbled upon my great nana's grave, and found this enscribed on the back, and it got me thinking...God is Love...
what exactly does that mean? I find myself repeating the phrase in my head, to no finite definition. I really enjoy the saying, but I don't want to go toting it around without a definition. God is love...does it mean that those who do not know love, do not know God? What kind of love is God?
Romantic?
Familial?
Platonic?
love of Material goods?
This whole past week spent with a friend has me seriously thinking about "love", and what my real block is to it-I've tried and come back unsuccessful in my attempts to find love.
My friend very wisely gave me an evaluation in which he said that I need to learn who I am before I can have love.
I was all confused.
I thought I knew myself....
thought.
I then asked myself, "well, who are you?"
and I didn't come up with much.
I was floored.
Didn't come up with much??? WHAT!?!
So I've been trying to compile a list of who Nicholas Aro is.
I am a
1. young man (I don't quite feel "a man" (whatever that is) yet)
2. a music lover
3. a helper
4. an appreciator of art
5. a questioner
6. a dreamer
this list makes me wonder if I'm still caught up in the ropes of Adolescence. I guess at this point I just do not know. Of that list, the last two are the two that resonate most strongly within me at the moment.
But to reel it in, and go all the way back to God is Love.
I guess I would agree with that statement; personally, I see God in everything, especially music and art. For me, what ignites the creative soul within everyone is what God is. It is that voice, that intention you feel within that compels you to do something. God for me is not the literal person that Christianity would like us to think.
and Yes, God is love.
what exactly does that mean? I find myself repeating the phrase in my head, to no finite definition. I really enjoy the saying, but I don't want to go toting it around without a definition. God is love...does it mean that those who do not know love, do not know God? What kind of love is God?
Romantic?
Familial?
Platonic?
love of Material goods?
This whole past week spent with a friend has me seriously thinking about "love", and what my real block is to it-I've tried and come back unsuccessful in my attempts to find love.
My friend very wisely gave me an evaluation in which he said that I need to learn who I am before I can have love.
I was all confused.
I thought I knew myself....
thought.
I then asked myself, "well, who are you?"
and I didn't come up with much.
I was floored.
Didn't come up with much??? WHAT!?!
So I've been trying to compile a list of who Nicholas Aro is.
I am a
1. young man (I don't quite feel "a man" (whatever that is) yet)
2. a music lover
3. a helper
4. an appreciator of art
5. a questioner
6. a dreamer
this list makes me wonder if I'm still caught up in the ropes of Adolescence. I guess at this point I just do not know. Of that list, the last two are the two that resonate most strongly within me at the moment.
But to reel it in, and go all the way back to God is Love.
I guess I would agree with that statement; personally, I see God in everything, especially music and art. For me, what ignites the creative soul within everyone is what God is. It is that voice, that intention you feel within that compels you to do something. God for me is not the literal person that Christianity would like us to think.
and Yes, God is love.
Friday, August 7, 2009
So...
Considering my last post was in May, I think an update is in order?
Idk, maybe I can get my life together and actually make an attempt to be cool and trendy and document my life via the internet?
doubtful, but we can try, right?
I saw Julie and Julia tonight..needless to say that is what me feel compelled to write.
And compelled to continue on my path of culinary exploration/delight. I do like to cook a good meal now and again, and what better person to learn from than the eminent Julia Child?
So I picked up "Mastering the Art of French Cooking"
32.00$
Yay for Barnes and Noble Member card!!
I leave for Richmond in about two-ish days and I'm very pumped.
this whole trip will be VERY interesting-not only will I be going someplace new, but kind of "meeting" someone. He and I already know each other well, but being in physical space with a person is honestly so much more educational than talking via telephone and what not.
I think that explains my aversion to the telephone...
So my so planned art expo extravaganza didn't pan out as expected this summer.
At this point, I'm not sure what to do..I want to get my work seen by people, maybe bought, but honestly I don't want to sit on the friggin sidewalk for like 10 hours and have idiots ogle my work
OGLER: "Oh my, youah so talented!"
ME: "really, why don't you buy something instead of ogling/being typical?"
OGLER: "Excuse me?"
ME: "Nevermind. (SIGH)"
So...................ya.............
Idk, maybe I can get my life together and actually make an attempt to be cool and trendy and document my life via the internet?
doubtful, but we can try, right?
I saw Julie and Julia tonight..needless to say that is what me feel compelled to write.
And compelled to continue on my path of culinary exploration/delight. I do like to cook a good meal now and again, and what better person to learn from than the eminent Julia Child?
So I picked up "Mastering the Art of French Cooking"
32.00$
Yay for Barnes and Noble Member card!!
I leave for Richmond in about two-ish days and I'm very pumped.
this whole trip will be VERY interesting-not only will I be going someplace new, but kind of "meeting" someone. He and I already know each other well, but being in physical space with a person is honestly so much more educational than talking via telephone and what not.
I think that explains my aversion to the telephone...
So my so planned art expo extravaganza didn't pan out as expected this summer.
At this point, I'm not sure what to do..I want to get my work seen by people, maybe bought, but honestly I don't want to sit on the friggin sidewalk for like 10 hours and have idiots ogle my work
OGLER: "Oh my, youah so talented!"
ME: "really, why don't you buy something instead of ogling/being typical?"
OGLER: "Excuse me?"
ME: "Nevermind. (SIGH)"
So...................ya.............
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
This semester has wrapped up nicely
I have been accepted at Boston University!!
The peace that I am done is finally coming at me in waves...it feels beyond lovely.
The summer ahead looks quite promising
I have my art project that I am uber excited for. (Kimball Tavern drawing)
I have my "forbidden" love, Derek.
I have a new school to look forward to.
I may get my long anticipated Office Job!!
The peace that I am done is finally coming at me in waves...it feels beyond lovely.
The summer ahead looks quite promising
I have my art project that I am uber excited for. (Kimball Tavern drawing)
I have my "forbidden" love, Derek.
I have a new school to look forward to.
I may get my long anticipated Office Job!!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
blogs are too much work to keep up with....
so weekend update.
I didn't get into Tanglewood and I am not really bothered. I had a feeling I wouldn't be accepted, and to be honest, the time just isn't right. Now all I have to wait on are my lovely schools.
btw
BU I am kind of pissed at. They STILL have "not received" my transcript of which I have sent two copies, and furthermore(though this is my fault) they have my school listed as "Northern Essex Community College-Lawrence Gen. Hosp"
WTF?
bitch isn't even a fucking school! It's a hospital!!
ugh so now I guess I have to like call them, and we all know how much I LOVE the telephone...
I want to go somewhere this summer. That requires some financial organization on my part, something which I basically fail at. I swear I need an accountant because I am a flake and honestly I try to account for all my money but very often my calculations are off and thus my current, seemingly insurmountable debt.
the sad part...
its 450.00$
like ru kidding me?
why can't I pay that?
I find myself sitting here laughing at myself and my complete inability to pay such a menail amount of money when I get paid like 120.00-150.00 each week.
clearly I have an issue...
so weekend update.
I didn't get into Tanglewood and I am not really bothered. I had a feeling I wouldn't be accepted, and to be honest, the time just isn't right. Now all I have to wait on are my lovely schools.
btw
BU I am kind of pissed at. They STILL have "not received" my transcript of which I have sent two copies, and furthermore(though this is my fault) they have my school listed as "Northern Essex Community College-Lawrence Gen. Hosp"
WTF?
bitch isn't even a fucking school! It's a hospital!!
ugh so now I guess I have to like call them, and we all know how much I LOVE the telephone...
I want to go somewhere this summer. That requires some financial organization on my part, something which I basically fail at. I swear I need an accountant because I am a flake and honestly I try to account for all my money but very often my calculations are off and thus my current, seemingly insurmountable debt.
the sad part...
its 450.00$
like ru kidding me?
why can't I pay that?
I find myself sitting here laughing at myself and my complete inability to pay such a menail amount of money when I get paid like 120.00-150.00 each week.
clearly I have an issue...
Saturday, April 4, 2009
so today
was an interesting day.
I went to an astrologist who read my brith chart, and my charts for the upcoming summer months. What she said to me was interesting, and kinda calmed me down, thankfully. She said in May I will be moving. )Lenox? TANGLEWOOD?!) and that quite soon my job situation will change drastically. SHe also said this summer will be the time when I build my reputation. I really cannot wait for this summer.
No more school.
no Gap.
new place.
Music!
Good, really good music!
new school
studying what I want, for a change...
She also said someone really important in my life is making his/her presence known to me very soon, if not now.
So, on a diffferent note.
I spoke to Tony AKA Shaw's boy recently, he said "Of course!!" we could ahdn, and he is available Monday and Tuesday. Herein lies the issue. both those days I am busy. I mean, I could skip my night class Monday, but I kinda don't want to, its a 3 hour class. Tuesday I am working pretty much all day, so there isn;t any wiggle room.
I just am not sure what course to take. I also have a rather large paper due for the night class, based on a book which im not ven 1/2 way through. go me.
soo like my biggest fear right now is that I want to be amazing at whatever I do, but that I'm not willing to put in the ffort, and thus I will be average and banal.
it's a huge struggle for me to overcome my penchant for mediocrity. Everday I walk around touting how I want everytihng to be perfect and the best it can, yet I produce only like 75% of my best. What is wrong with me that expect so much from others, yet produce less than what I expect?
Is it because I am overextending myself?
Am I just lazy?
Am I just like everyone else?
Should I seek professional help to overcome this?
It's really easy to say "Im trying", but to say "I'm doing" and actually "do"is MUCH harder. Does anyone else agree?
I have this tendency to just be "above" rules and do as I please, yet I'm finding that to be amazing at whatever, I really need to put my previous notions of being "above" to rest. I'm not as good as once thought, and I need to just accept that my talent isn't enough. I need to actually commit and sweat a little bit. I'm also fiding I want to "sweat" over like two things: singing and art (design). for those two things, and they alone I am willing to sweat, and take my time, and follow the rules.
For all other jobs, and classes and whatevers, I do as I please. Fuck the rules.
Listeing to: "Ne Poy Krasavitsa Pri Mne" S. Rachmaninov performed by: Anna Netrebko.
I went to an astrologist who read my brith chart, and my charts for the upcoming summer months. What she said to me was interesting, and kinda calmed me down, thankfully. She said in May I will be moving. )Lenox? TANGLEWOOD?!) and that quite soon my job situation will change drastically. SHe also said this summer will be the time when I build my reputation. I really cannot wait for this summer.
No more school.
no Gap.
new place.
Music!
Good, really good music!
new school
studying what I want, for a change...
She also said someone really important in my life is making his/her presence known to me very soon, if not now.
So, on a diffferent note.
I spoke to Tony AKA Shaw's boy recently, he said "Of course!!" we could ahdn, and he is available Monday and Tuesday. Herein lies the issue. both those days I am busy. I mean, I could skip my night class Monday, but I kinda don't want to, its a 3 hour class. Tuesday I am working pretty much all day, so there isn;t any wiggle room.
I just am not sure what course to take. I also have a rather large paper due for the night class, based on a book which im not ven 1/2 way through. go me.
soo like my biggest fear right now is that I want to be amazing at whatever I do, but that I'm not willing to put in the ffort, and thus I will be average and banal.
it's a huge struggle for me to overcome my penchant for mediocrity. Everday I walk around touting how I want everytihng to be perfect and the best it can, yet I produce only like 75% of my best. What is wrong with me that expect so much from others, yet produce less than what I expect?
Is it because I am overextending myself?
Am I just lazy?
Am I just like everyone else?
Should I seek professional help to overcome this?
It's really easy to say "Im trying", but to say "I'm doing" and actually "do"is MUCH harder. Does anyone else agree?
I have this tendency to just be "above" rules and do as I please, yet I'm finding that to be amazing at whatever, I really need to put my previous notions of being "above" to rest. I'm not as good as once thought, and I need to just accept that my talent isn't enough. I need to actually commit and sweat a little bit. I'm also fiding I want to "sweat" over like two things: singing and art (design). for those two things, and they alone I am willing to sweat, and take my time, and follow the rules.
For all other jobs, and classes and whatevers, I do as I please. Fuck the rules.
Listeing to: "Ne Poy Krasavitsa Pri Mne" S. Rachmaninov performed by: Anna Netrebko.
Friday, March 20, 2009
so hmm
so hmmm...
today wasn't a bad day overall. hungout with some coolies from High School. I got lunch at Joe's and they have the BEST friggin dish..mustard crusted chicken, I am officially in love. The chicken was succulent and well seasoned, the green beans were like Heaven's version of green beans. They were especially verdant and cooked in a nice butter that made them quite delicious. and the mashed potatoes, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy. I won't ruin them by my limited vocab. Go try it. Shit is off the wall.
Then, we went to the Gap for bathing suit shopping, and alana refused to try on a bathing suit. (The Gap has really cute female bathing suits, btw) which made me upset, but I did get her to try on a modern mumu. Honestly, when I first saw the Mumu, I was like, "Dear God, what IS this hot mess fashion disaster??" but, when put on an actual person, I really liked it. Kudos, again, to the designers at Gap. However, I still am miffed about the whole denim men's button down..What is that?
but moving on....
Shaw's boy FINALLY got in contact with me today, and I belive Saturday night is thundercats go.
And I'm really pumped to get back to school to resume my mission with Clark. I can't believe I haven't seen him in a week! It's bananas!
My Tanglewood audition is in 24 days. My "Ave Maria" is no where NEAR ready, and I am getting quite concerned...I do have back-up pieces but they just do not showcase my voice and skill as well as Ave would...
I sent in my BU app stuff last week as well. I am pretty pumped for that, and as the days pass, I feel it that I will be accepted, and that's where I'll most likely be. It's very exciting and liberating. I will finally be studying what I've wanted to study since like I grew a brain, and I'll be in the city, and I'll be amongst a new crowd...It's where I've wanted to be since graduation and it is at long last approaching.
today wasn't a bad day overall. hungout with some coolies from High School. I got lunch at Joe's and they have the BEST friggin dish..mustard crusted chicken, I am officially in love. The chicken was succulent and well seasoned, the green beans were like Heaven's version of green beans. They were especially verdant and cooked in a nice butter that made them quite delicious. and the mashed potatoes, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy. I won't ruin them by my limited vocab. Go try it. Shit is off the wall.
Then, we went to the Gap for bathing suit shopping, and alana refused to try on a bathing suit. (The Gap has really cute female bathing suits, btw) which made me upset, but I did get her to try on a modern mumu. Honestly, when I first saw the Mumu, I was like, "Dear God, what IS this hot mess fashion disaster??" but, when put on an actual person, I really liked it. Kudos, again, to the designers at Gap. However, I still am miffed about the whole denim men's button down..What is that?
but moving on....
Shaw's boy FINALLY got in contact with me today, and I belive Saturday night is thundercats go.
And I'm really pumped to get back to school to resume my mission with Clark. I can't believe I haven't seen him in a week! It's bananas!
My Tanglewood audition is in 24 days. My "Ave Maria" is no where NEAR ready, and I am getting quite concerned...I do have back-up pieces but they just do not showcase my voice and skill as well as Ave would...
I sent in my BU app stuff last week as well. I am pretty pumped for that, and as the days pass, I feel it that I will be accepted, and that's where I'll most likely be. It's very exciting and liberating. I will finally be studying what I've wanted to study since like I grew a brain, and I'll be in the city, and I'll be amongst a new crowd...It's where I've wanted to be since graduation and it is at long last approaching.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
these past couple days..
have been excruciating. I am waiting (patiently) for a response from Mr. Shaw's boy to my message of when he is free. I waited, waited some more, hung out with Monika and Alana, waited some MORE. Finally after about 2.5 days I'd had enough, so i add hom on my AIM buddy list and IM him, to have him not respond.
wicked
fuckin
cool.
now, idk what to do. All I want to know is when he is available so we can hang out as HE said we could/should. like...vacation ends in four days dude...what are you DOING?
anyway, that's my gripe for the day.
wicked
fuckin
cool.
now, idk what to do. All I want to know is when he is available so we can hang out as HE said we could/should. like...vacation ends in four days dude...what are you DOING?
anyway, that's my gripe for the day.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
What is going on?
Seriously. Today, well tonight I log on to facebook to see that Ms. Derman invited Ms. Arruda to a party. Instantly I got jealous and upset.
which is silly...
I graduated from high school two years ago! why am I holding on to these feelings and opinions of people I haven't even seen in two years? WHY?
then I did some creepin and landed on Nick Drew's page, and became depressed. He was always everything that I wanted to be; good looking, intelligent, witty, fearless, moneyed, popular, blah blah blah. To this day I still think to my self, "Jesus, why can't you be like him?"
Why is what I do not good enough for me?
I got another poke back from Shaw's boy today. Should I poke him back, or just approach him like a normal human being?
by now he MUSt be aware that I'm into him (unless he's like really obtuse, which would be a HUGE shame, and would solve the problem without doubt)
now my computer is mkaing this unfamiliar humming noise.
great.
lovely.
and everyone is out partyin except me.
this is kind of bad but my rant here made me think "what would an emo do?"
...I think we all know what would happen in that scenario. It was morbid, yet it made me laugh. Thank-you emo children for being ridiculous and making me feel better about myself.
which is silly...
I graduated from high school two years ago! why am I holding on to these feelings and opinions of people I haven't even seen in two years? WHY?
then I did some creepin and landed on Nick Drew's page, and became depressed. He was always everything that I wanted to be; good looking, intelligent, witty, fearless, moneyed, popular, blah blah blah. To this day I still think to my self, "Jesus, why can't you be like him?"
Why is what I do not good enough for me?
I got another poke back from Shaw's boy today. Should I poke him back, or just approach him like a normal human being?
by now he MUSt be aware that I'm into him (unless he's like really obtuse, which would be a HUGE shame, and would solve the problem without doubt)
now my computer is mkaing this unfamiliar humming noise.
great.
lovely.
and everyone is out partyin except me.
this is kind of bad but my rant here made me think "what would an emo do?"
...I think we all know what would happen in that scenario. It was morbid, yet it made me laugh. Thank-you emo children for being ridiculous and making me feel better about myself.
Friday, March 13, 2009
aaaaaaaah
Phase one is complete!!! Stage one is DONE! I planted my seed, and now its time to harvesst!!! He needs help in trig, and it just so happens that I am really good at trig. Like, HULLO SERENDIPTIY!?!?!?!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Thank Heavens for Chopin.
so it's 12:14 and I am sitting here just mellowing out with Mr. chopin in my ears-could a moment be any more sentient, calm, and simple? I doubt it.
I love this time of night, for it is when I reflect on my day and my various choices I made today. For instance, a certain someone whom I once dated who now thinks we're BFF's (even though I really dont feel that way) IM'd me twice within one hour to ask me weirdo questions, and to allude to us getting together again, even though I've made it explicitly clear that will not happen. Why is he so clingy? Am I velcro?
ugh, it was just not my cup of tea tonight, especially after having a moment in class with Clark today. OK, well it really wasn't a "moment" perse, but our eyes did meet for like 4 seconds (mad long) and it was quite lovely. I then turned to pay attention, and I could still sense him looking at me. (however, this could have been to figure out why I was stealing glances at him ALL class, and trying to get into his conversations..the latter part didn't work so much) But that's what happened.
Then there is the forbidden fruit (although in reality, he's probably a wiser choice than Clark because I at least know forbidden fruit is gay). I kind of have a crush in him as well, and I poked him a couple times on facebook to get his attention and then perhaps to follow up with an e-mail along the lines of "hey, I noticed you keep poking me, why is that?"
...........well that's what I would do.
But not forbidden fruit, No. he just like poked me back twice then stopped. it was disheartening, lol. Perhaps this is a sign that I really need to get over myself and just talk to him (he works at the Shaw's near me).
My Tanglewood auditions is a month away. I am KIND of freaking out, as it approcahes, and my audition piece is like no where near where it should be. And then class keeps interfering with my practicing, as does work. It's a problem, and it's one I'm tackling head-on, and despite being all nervous I am really pumped.
Speaking of work, I cannot open an effing Gap Card to save my life. lol it's a good thing I'll be leaving soon because otherwise I think my boss might fire me. It's BANANAS! I'm like the one fool there who cannot open a card (perhaps it's because I really just am very lackadaisical about opening one anyway). I will be sad to leave because I was just getting to know one lady who works there and she is quite fun. we even jokingly planned a salsa dance party.
another thought about romance- if a certain human being would just graduate already and move up to Massachusetts, then my problems would be solved. He and I would be so great for each other.
I love this time of night, for it is when I reflect on my day and my various choices I made today. For instance, a certain someone whom I once dated who now thinks we're BFF's (even though I really dont feel that way) IM'd me twice within one hour to ask me weirdo questions, and to allude to us getting together again, even though I've made it explicitly clear that will not happen. Why is he so clingy? Am I velcro?
ugh, it was just not my cup of tea tonight, especially after having a moment in class with Clark today. OK, well it really wasn't a "moment" perse, but our eyes did meet for like 4 seconds (mad long) and it was quite lovely. I then turned to pay attention, and I could still sense him looking at me. (however, this could have been to figure out why I was stealing glances at him ALL class, and trying to get into his conversations..the latter part didn't work so much) But that's what happened.
Then there is the forbidden fruit (although in reality, he's probably a wiser choice than Clark because I at least know forbidden fruit is gay). I kind of have a crush in him as well, and I poked him a couple times on facebook to get his attention and then perhaps to follow up with an e-mail along the lines of "hey, I noticed you keep poking me, why is that?"
...........well that's what I would do.
But not forbidden fruit, No. he just like poked me back twice then stopped. it was disheartening, lol. Perhaps this is a sign that I really need to get over myself and just talk to him (he works at the Shaw's near me).
My Tanglewood auditions is a month away. I am KIND of freaking out, as it approcahes, and my audition piece is like no where near where it should be. And then class keeps interfering with my practicing, as does work. It's a problem, and it's one I'm tackling head-on, and despite being all nervous I am really pumped.
Speaking of work, I cannot open an effing Gap Card to save my life. lol it's a good thing I'll be leaving soon because otherwise I think my boss might fire me. It's BANANAS! I'm like the one fool there who cannot open a card (perhaps it's because I really just am very lackadaisical about opening one anyway). I will be sad to leave because I was just getting to know one lady who works there and she is quite fun. we even jokingly planned a salsa dance party.
another thought about romance- if a certain human being would just graduate already and move up to Massachusetts, then my problems would be solved. He and I would be so great for each other.
Thank GOD for Wanda!
Wanda is back in Math class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the shit show continues...today she was getting testy with mr. former-hottie-but-not-so-much-anymore-because-he-is-kind-of-a-dick teacher about various trig functions and their inverses. it was kind of really funny. I loved it.
the shit show continues...today she was getting testy with mr. former-hottie-but-not-so-much-anymore-because-he-is-kind-of-a-dick teacher about various trig functions and their inverses. it was kind of really funny. I loved it.
Bananas!
my friend who blogs all the time is bananas, and I hate it when people take off their hoes in the middle of discussions of racism. I did not come here to stare at your nasty, dried out, hairy man feet with jaundice-y toe nails, thankyouverymuch.
Pu ya shoes back on!
Pu ya shoes back on!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Was kann ich fahren?
Mission for the semester: make Clark befriend me, then slip him my number.
this mission I am breaking into three stages: Planting the seed, tending the seed, producing the plant.
Stage one: I must get him to talk to me. I am currently devising a way to open the lines of conversation with him. It's a bit silly; right now I strive to be near him (in school) yet when I am,I freeze u and can't find the words to say (I actually thought that ppl made that shit up) so, in my non-clark time I need to find a good convo-starter. I was planning on asking a question about the class we're in, but it's so damn easy, I can't think of one without making myselflook retarded. But, it's lookig like classis our only common ground (as far as I can know without talking to him anyway) so I need to think of SOMETHING. Furthermore, I need to do this when its just him and I. I always have lady with me, but when she's around, and he's around, I feel like I have an audience. so, I need to seek him by myself, catch him after class perhaps. that could work...
Any thoughts on what I can ask?
this mission I am breaking into three stages: Planting the seed, tending the seed, producing the plant.
Stage one: I must get him to talk to me. I am currently devising a way to open the lines of conversation with him. It's a bit silly; right now I strive to be near him (in school) yet when I am,I freeze u and can't find the words to say (I actually thought that ppl made that shit up) so, in my non-clark time I need to find a good convo-starter. I was planning on asking a question about the class we're in, but it's so damn easy, I can't think of one without making myselflook retarded. But, it's lookig like classis our only common ground (as far as I can know without talking to him anyway) so I need to think of SOMETHING. Furthermore, I need to do this when its just him and I. I always have lady with me, but when she's around, and he's around, I feel like I have an audience. so, I need to seek him by myself, catch him after class perhaps. that could work...
Any thoughts on what I can ask?
Friday, February 20, 2009
I think I was wrong
My original thoughts about Clark were wrong....siiigh.
he's got a lady. Boo that.
he's got a lady. Boo that.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Updates!
So, Professor Jungen has bailed on our lab at least 3x this semester..we've had four classes...does anyone else find this to be, oh I don't know, a problem??
I MISS HER!!! she was a people watcher's dream, and now I have no one to brighten my dull lab experiences...
Things in Health/Nurtition class are getting interesting...
I have a theory. gay Spanish men for some reason only known to the sweet baby jesus above, are innately attracted to me; I'm not trying to sound pompous, but it is fact; my past two ex's have both been Hispanic, and the dude I most recently hooked up with is Spanish. Coincidence? I think not.
However, in Human Health and Nutrition there is one Hispanic student named "Alex". I do not get the gy vibe from him, yet he notices me above everybody else in class (besides his BFFL "Romilda", an Hispanic student who wears blue contacts.....I won't go into this...) and I jsut find it interesting. every tiem I walk by, "Hey Nick!" or, "Nick, you gotta interview or sumthin? You dressed all nice today..." "You dressin' like 98 degreees.."
Personally I never thougt anything of it until my dear friend CB pointed it out to me one day: Is Alex into me? Is he really into guys, but just hiding it? I do not know..
I have my eyes set on a different prize, however, in the form of Clark.....SIIGH
He is my dream lover. And today, he walked by me and my wife, CB, and he commented on how great her fasions were today. HULLO!?!? Clear"I'm gay!" flag. I got all excited at that point. I walk into class, and was all excited, yet I couldn't surreptitiously stare at him or ANYTHING because he sits diagonally behind me; not a good vantage point at all. And then when we were leaving he bolted, as is his wont. Needless to say, I got out of the class as soon as I could ( I was detained by Ms. Slow pants wifey) but I still got some good viewing on his way out.
This is such a school girl crush, and yet I'm lovin' it. I get all giddy when I see him, and it's just exciting..
will it develop into something of a friendship or maybe, jsut maybe something more?
Let's hope so, folks!
Oh! And Wendy totally dropped my math class, so there is another people watchers' dream observation GONE.
But it's cool, because Francis in my Developmental Psych class makes up for it. He answers questions INCESSANTLY!
I can't lie, I've been known to be the obnoxious smarty pants in most all of my classes, but this kid totally trumps even me! And, OF COURSE simple, 3-4 sentence answers are not enough for Francis. No.
He goes On and On and ON!! I swear he thinks that he MUST dictate the entire chapter each time he asnwers a question. Even the teacher is like.."Yeahh..." (you can tell she;s thinking, GOddamn, he stole ALL my thunder!)
UGH. And then his BFFL Kayla is the same way, but with her, its more along the lines of, I just babble when in actuality what I'm saying makes no sense. Mhmm Kids, she's one of those.
"Well, ay know what I mean? It's just like..when my brother was born he ahs ewotuqeo disease,so like with, ya know,...ya know what I mean?"
NO! KAYLA! NO! We DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! IT'S CALLED BEING THOROUGH IN YOUR ANSWERS! THIS IS NOT let's guess what kayla is really trying to say hour, it's developmental psych!!! GET IT RIGHT!
ugh she irritates me.
AND to top it all off, today Francis was wearing a DENIM button down shirt!!!!!!! and HIGH WAISTED khaki's!!! I really just wanted to die then and there?
Like, for realz??
where are we, Kansas? This is Massachusetts, home of the beautifuls. Denim shirts are NOT allowed my sir. I really just wanted to rip it off him and then burn it.
I MISS HER!!! she was a people watcher's dream, and now I have no one to brighten my dull lab experiences...
Things in Health/Nurtition class are getting interesting...
I have a theory. gay Spanish men for some reason only known to the sweet baby jesus above, are innately attracted to me; I'm not trying to sound pompous, but it is fact; my past two ex's have both been Hispanic, and the dude I most recently hooked up with is Spanish. Coincidence? I think not.
However, in Human Health and Nutrition there is one Hispanic student named "Alex". I do not get the gy vibe from him, yet he notices me above everybody else in class (besides his BFFL "Romilda", an Hispanic student who wears blue contacts.....I won't go into this...) and I jsut find it interesting. every tiem I walk by, "Hey Nick!" or, "Nick, you gotta interview or sumthin? You dressed all nice today..." "You dressin' like 98 degreees.."
Personally I never thougt anything of it until my dear friend CB pointed it out to me one day: Is Alex into me? Is he really into guys, but just hiding it? I do not know..
I have my eyes set on a different prize, however, in the form of Clark.....SIIGH
He is my dream lover. And today, he walked by me and my wife, CB, and he commented on how great her fasions were today. HULLO!?!? Clear"I'm gay!" flag. I got all excited at that point. I walk into class, and was all excited, yet I couldn't surreptitiously stare at him or ANYTHING because he sits diagonally behind me; not a good vantage point at all. And then when we were leaving he bolted, as is his wont. Needless to say, I got out of the class as soon as I could ( I was detained by Ms. Slow pants wifey) but I still got some good viewing on his way out.
This is such a school girl crush, and yet I'm lovin' it. I get all giddy when I see him, and it's just exciting..
will it develop into something of a friendship or maybe, jsut maybe something more?
Let's hope so, folks!
Oh! And Wendy totally dropped my math class, so there is another people watchers' dream observation GONE.
But it's cool, because Francis in my Developmental Psych class makes up for it. He answers questions INCESSANTLY!
I can't lie, I've been known to be the obnoxious smarty pants in most all of my classes, but this kid totally trumps even me! And, OF COURSE simple, 3-4 sentence answers are not enough for Francis. No.
He goes On and On and ON!! I swear he thinks that he MUST dictate the entire chapter each time he asnwers a question. Even the teacher is like.."Yeahh..." (you can tell she;s thinking, GOddamn, he stole ALL my thunder!)
UGH. And then his BFFL Kayla is the same way, but with her, its more along the lines of, I just babble when in actuality what I'm saying makes no sense. Mhmm Kids, she's one of those.
"Well, ay know what I mean? It's just like..when my brother was born he ahs ewotuqeo disease,so like with, ya know,...ya know what I mean?"
NO! KAYLA! NO! We DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! IT'S CALLED BEING THOROUGH IN YOUR ANSWERS! THIS IS NOT let's guess what kayla is really trying to say hour, it's developmental psych!!! GET IT RIGHT!
ugh she irritates me.
AND to top it all off, today Francis was wearing a DENIM button down shirt!!!!!!! and HIGH WAISTED khaki's!!! I really just wanted to die then and there?
Like, for realz??
where are we, Kansas? This is Massachusetts, home of the beautifuls. Denim shirts are NOT allowed my sir. I really just wanted to rip it off him and then burn it.
Monday, January 26, 2009
New Teachers are gold
Today I met my new best friend, and her name is Professor Jungen. She teaches my Nutrition Lab and she is possibly the best human being I've met. She, she's got, ya know white as snow hair ina sweet bowl cut. She (I don't think anyway,this theory will have to observed more) does not possess the muscles that allow one to smile. She makes jokes that like only she finds funny, AND to put the cherry on the top, she has a man voice. She also lacks a personality.
SHE IS A GEM!
In addition, another noteworthy teacher is my super dreamy Adv.Alg & trig professor, HM. He is originally from North Africa and is quite beautiful. beautifullysculptured face/nose, nice lighter brown eyes, broad shoulders, good height, and an accent to die for. I am kind of in love...this is going to be a trying semester.
and lastly, I need to disuss a student in my math class with mr hottie professor. Her name is wendy and she is an adult student (UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!). This woman defines hot mess. Nay, not just hot mess but hot tranny mess. She is a middle aged woman who listens to gangster rapfor starters. I walk into the waiting area outside of class and its me and Wendy and imlike "ugh, Jesus, I don't want to talk to this woman" (may sound rude, but I had to ride the bus with her last semester, and she is just one of thsoe adults who just say shit without really thinking,thus making themselves sound like huge tools, which Wendy kinda is) Anyway, she there all slumped on the floor with her huge headphones, BLARING fitty. I was like..........................................goodness lord in Heaven is this woman for real??
As I stand there ogling her, I take in what she is wearing. She has on a most hideous outfit that consists of a turqoise and sea green striped pullover from like 1992 that clearly should ahve been tossed in 1993. She is also wearing black stone wash denim from probably the same year, and sneakers again from the same year. ANd her hat....
that beautiful garment that crowns all her glory.It was a once-virant-now-dulled-to-almost-grey pink Beanie that she didnt pull down her head all he way, thus leaving all this un-used space atop which gave her a hoboish appearance. Not to mention her very greasy and thin hair, and overly bushy eyebrows, blotchy skin, large protruding nose, etc.
I may sound like a judgemental ass here, but Wendy could be great if she just wore nice clothes. What she had on was just...unacceptable for even sleeping in my opinion. Poor Wendy, she is just caught up in her world of Fitty cent, overly used beanies, and confusion about simple math.
Speaking of which, eminds me I need to relay her classroom behavior. SHe displayed all the classic slaient features of the adult student. Every time a new concept came "Aaaaaaaaah, wait a minuht, I don get it...how didjhya get the numbaaah? why is it that only that one works??"
and Mr Hottie would explain it in his beautiful, flowing accent. And then Wendy would interject and ruin my moment of beauty with her disgusting smokers voice "Yea, but I'm not that faah yet.."
Thank you, Wendy.
And he would keep explaining and she would sit there, looking all glazed over, prolly dreamin about eminemor her lover, Fitty, and j be like "ya..ya..but wait...whats da mutlaplicity??"
this continued for two hours....
SHE IS A GEM!
In addition, another noteworthy teacher is my super dreamy Adv.Alg & trig professor, HM. He is originally from North Africa and is quite beautiful. beautifullysculptured face/nose, nice lighter brown eyes, broad shoulders, good height, and an accent to die for. I am kind of in love...this is going to be a trying semester.
and lastly, I need to disuss a student in my math class with mr hottie professor. Her name is wendy and she is an adult student (UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!). This woman defines hot mess. Nay, not just hot mess but hot tranny mess. She is a middle aged woman who listens to gangster rapfor starters. I walk into the waiting area outside of class and its me and Wendy and imlike "ugh, Jesus, I don't want to talk to this woman" (may sound rude, but I had to ride the bus with her last semester, and she is just one of thsoe adults who just say shit without really thinking,thus making themselves sound like huge tools, which Wendy kinda is) Anyway, she there all slumped on the floor with her huge headphones, BLARING fitty. I was like..........................................goodness lord in Heaven is this woman for real??
As I stand there ogling her, I take in what she is wearing. She has on a most hideous outfit that consists of a turqoise and sea green striped pullover from like 1992 that clearly should ahve been tossed in 1993. She is also wearing black stone wash denim from probably the same year, and sneakers again from the same year. ANd her hat....
that beautiful garment that crowns all her glory.It was a once-virant-now-dulled-to-almost-grey pink Beanie that she didnt pull down her head all he way, thus leaving all this un-used space atop which gave her a hoboish appearance. Not to mention her very greasy and thin hair, and overly bushy eyebrows, blotchy skin, large protruding nose, etc.
I may sound like a judgemental ass here, but Wendy could be great if she just wore nice clothes. What she had on was just...unacceptable for even sleeping in my opinion. Poor Wendy, she is just caught up in her world of Fitty cent, overly used beanies, and confusion about simple math.
Speaking of which, eminds me I need to relay her classroom behavior. SHe displayed all the classic slaient features of the adult student. Every time a new concept came "Aaaaaaaaah, wait a minuht, I don get it...how didjhya get the numbaaah? why is it that only that one works??"
and Mr Hottie would explain it in his beautiful, flowing accent. And then Wendy would interject and ruin my moment of beauty with her disgusting smokers voice "Yea, but I'm not that faah yet.."
Thank you, Wendy.
And he would keep explaining and she would sit there, looking all glazed over, prolly dreamin about eminemor her lover, Fitty, and j be like "ya..ya..but wait...whats da mutlaplicity??"
this continued for two hours....
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