November 2002
HOLLAween.
i didn’t get dressed up. however, my friend craig dressed up as me.
“…listening to my lover’s voice on the radio.”
girls with boyfriends suck. girls with boyfriends whose relationship is on the rocks still sucks. girls with boyfriends in rocky relationships who want to get to know me better doesn’t suck.
October 2002
i live with some sick fucks.
it is at moments after i have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes, when [being fool to fancy] i have deemed with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise; at moments when the glassy darkness holds the genuine apparition of your smile [it was through tears always] and silence moulds such strangeness as was mine a little while; moments when my once more illustrious arms are filled with...
i wear your heart on my sleeve.
tom asked me to do his new band’s [stafford drive] web site. they eventually might get signed to drive-thru and they’re recording their first lp in feb. hsd broke up because dan [lead] went off to school and tom’s brother, bobby, had a kid. jerry still hangs out though. quality stuff.
anywho. for the time being, until they’re sure stafford drive is their name,...
don't fuck with the family.
“it’s a crazy game of poker.”
much love to my new twin alexa from zta [you picked the best big sister ever] and my new little sister nicole dimaria [zta]. i feel honored to be your big brother. best of luck in everything, both of you.
monster trucks.
the hayride was fun. being drunk helped out a lot. all i did was try and get all the “scary people” to give me high-fives. before we left, i roasted marshmallows. it made me miss being a boy scout.
it sucks being jealous.
i’m doing the kung-fu jew show all by myself tomorrow night…ready, steady, rock.
potato chips & crack.
much to my suprise, i had a really good time last night. sober.
i took care of my studying earlier in the evening and then we had ceremony because it was big brother night. after that, i just hung out. tom’s room was once again turned into a motherfucking dance party. at 4am i wasn’t tired, but i knew i better get at least some sleep. as of late, i’ve been telling myself...
just let me be.
i could say i have a “heavy heart.” however, i’m not that superficial. i don’t think i’ve reached a “breaking point.” it just sure as hell feels like one. i don’t need to “prioritize” my life.
my roommate and i did a little fall cleaning while listening to the soundtracks of all three wes anderson movies. i usually get in a...
my farewell speech.
robyne gave me a pumpkin. she’s the best. i’m going out to dinner tonite with her, julie, and craig. i’ve never been to chevy’s before.
mid-terms are this week. boo. i wanted to go home and see my dad get installed as a deacon at church today. it didn’t happen.
i still need a halloween costume. last night, at the hockey game, i saw a guy with a mullet. he...
re-design
about-blank.net has a slightly fresher look. most of the tweaking/simplification was done starting @ home.htm.
now it’s time to take a shower.
eight-o-eight.
and once again, i come up empty-handed. win-win goes to lose-lose real fast-fast. it’s a familiar pattern. i should just get used to this.
j. s.
the moment a man knows he loves a woman is bliss.
too bad that same moment is when the man realizes the woman doesn’t love him back.
i'm getting really drunk tomorrow night.
two of my classes were canceled today and my public relations test was moved to thursday. soon, i’m going to begin a re-design of about-blank.net. for now,
all these pictures are mine and have been fucked with by myself using photoimpact v.5.
don’t steal.
at two in the morning.
today is thanksgiving in canada. it reminds me of a funny story.
when my family and i lived in toronto for a year [10th grade], today was an ordinary day. however, when my mom wanted to celebrate american thanksgiving [and we were stuck in toronto], she scoured the whole city and couldn’t find one butcher, store, etc. selling whole turkeys.
i forget what we ate.
it was a lot more...
fool in the rain.
note to self: grow some fucking balls.
way too many times does my theory on females being the superior race [i.e. guys really are blithering idiots] come true.
if you owned a brain and use it too
you gotta know that i’d have a crush on you
i’m a sucker for a level-headed girl with a pretty smile
she gots to have ideas, yeah, and she gots to have style
-mxpx
your mom and my dad.
tonite’s agenda:
iron shirt i’m wearing tomorrow.
chemistry quiz.
dawson’s creek is stealing from the boiler room, which is too good of a movie. note to the WB…stop trying to relate to college students like me and use joshua jackson [mighty ducks was his pinnacle] as a poor man’s giovanni ribisi.
today.
i didn’t wear any socks.
spanish homework.
life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. if we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if i could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. one could plod through the siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. ...
i declared i was writing a novella a while ago. i can’t remember exaclty when. regardless, i only made it to the “note stage.” scribbling the following on “for the kids” papers in the pews one sunday:
-provides shelter
-humans need accountability & names for responsibility
-i can take notes in church, not pay attention, and not skip a beat
-personal...
my cell phone ring tone is the a-team theme.
my life, as of late, has been quite melodramatic.
did i spell that right? i hate using the spell check. it just bothers me.
i was a perfect speller in elementary school, maybe i have some unknown complex.
anywho. i wish i was more aggressive when it comes to the ladies. bottom line. i was thinking about this entry, “i bet i could compare my current situation to some pop culture...
a million times over.
i miss the feeling of a broken heart.