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[Apr. 26th, 2004|06:29 pm] |
sonia ndnj: you hooked up with sydn*y's roommate!
HappyFeely: when was this??
sonia ndnj: did you ever hook up with someone named c**ari?from nyu?
HappyFeely: nope
sonia ndnj: are you sure?
HappyFeely: um, i'm not sure
sonia ndnj: k*mu remembers you showing her a picture or somethnig
HappyFeely: oh yeah, the black one
sonia ndnj: yeah.. that's my boyfriend's roommate. my..kind of boyfriend
HappyFeely: jesus, will this connection shit EVER STOP?
sonia ndnj: stop hooking up with everyone!!
HappyFeely: who else should i hook up with?
sonia ndnj: no one, slut
HappyFeely: oh man, what a fucked up world i weave. |
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[Apr. 26th, 2004|06:12 pm] |
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I lost the election! I guess I'm not so popular after all. Ugh, as if. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2004|11:11 pm] |
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How the fuck can I write a long entry and, at the same time, possess the inability to write a paper? |
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[Apr. 25th, 2004|11:07 pm] |
Fuck, I need to do work, but the problem is that I think I've gotten so used to sitting around that it's physically, mentally, and emotionally impossible for me to pick up a book or type intelligent words on the computer. Thank ipod that my History professor gave three days' worth of extension on our term paper, because if it were to be due tomorrow, I'd be freaking out like woahnator right now. I haven't started writing a single word, for laughing out loud! I promised myself today I would at least work on it a little, but laziness conquered productivity, and now I'm bitching about something only I can fix. Fuck you, Self.
At least the weekend was good! Last night was good! There was a Filipino dinner at the Villard Room, which a couple of people and I attended to support my awesome country. I'll admit the food was a a tad lot disappointing, its consisting of rock-solid chicken adobo, stale cassava cake, wayunderpar Filipino-name-of-a-dish-here-that-has-string-beans-and-squash-as-two-of-its-ingredients, and what-the-fuck pork lechon, but overall it was a great introduction to the wonderful islands that are the Philippines. I swear I wanted to buy a plane ticket to the country when the national anthem was sang by the host's parents. Moreover, I thought the dance performances, especially tinikling, were cool. Besides the food, which I know comes from a biased point of view, the whole show (or the part I saw) was successful. There were so many Filipinos in one room, that I wanted to orgasm in ecstacy. I'm SOOOOOOOO excited to return there in December!
Two hours after the Filipino shizzle, China (Brendan), Ujwal, and I congregated in their room, took several shots of vodka, and eventually walked to South Commons (Soco) to join the party thrown by our fellow Asians, more specifically referred to as the Asian Students Alliance, which I realize now isn't any more specific than "our fellow Asians." Digression aside, shit, there were so many Asians in the house, I wanted to orgasm in... shock. I felt as if I were on a trip to either Brendan's or JK's home country. The party wasn't exactly hopping, but they had many free alcoholic drinks, so we stayed there for about an hour or so, until we were satisfied by our level of inebriation and headed to Finkeroo's post-birthday bash.
And the bash was a nice, intimate bash. Everyone was grooving to Mug-type music and simply having a grand time with each other. I thoroughly enjoyed it, I'll admit, and was slightly saddened when everyone decided to flock to the TH's. Um, at one point during our trek to the townhouses, I did cartwheels in the middle of Joss Beach, in order to show off my flexibility, something I had not done since like fourth grade. Surprisingly, I was/am still very much adept at my only talent in gymnastics. Another digression aside, the TH's was good times! I saw lots of my friends, passed a 40 amongst a kickass group of boys and girls, and was very happy with life. But the fucking police came, broke up the party, and all hell broke loose. Actually, people sort of decided it was the end of the night and returned to their respective rooms to sleep. Fucking pussies, argh. The police did break up the party, though.
Today, I did absolutely nothing with regards to academic work, except that I read my English assignment due on Tuesday. I was too drunk to remember, but I probably orgasmed in ecstacy when I found at three this morning about my term paper's extension. I don't think I could have chalked up the energy to work on it today, due mostly to the hangover I felt for a good chunk of the day. Thoughts of vomitting ran through my head as I downed my brunch, but because of the wonders of Advil, I survived the day without having to put my head near the toilet bowl. Thank the lawdy for the inventor of Advil!
To end a longass entry, I'll say that, yes, I feel the same way about it, Tdiddy. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2004|12:32 pm] |
It's awesome what effect eating salad can have on one's night. Yes, it was a great yesternight. I had been feeling tired and partypoopy beforehand, but after several shots and a few sips of coffee, I was damn straight ready to pah-tay. A bunch of us congregated to Brendan's room, and we played an excellent and most entertaining "Kings." Many fun rules were made during the game's course, such as that no first names can be said, that one must say the "word" peniswrinkle after every sentence, and that one must take the "green goblin" in and out of his or her beer bottle before and after drinking. Wow, lots of and's and or's right thurr.
We ventured to Jewett for a little bit. Yeah, that sucked.
"Taste the Rainbow" (more specifically called by me as the gay party) at the Villard Room was fun, actually. It was great rekindling my dancing career. By the end of the shindig, I had taken off my sandals and was doing some tribal dancing shit, my getting it quite on with the craziness I call Felix. The DJ, who I realized was my Asian "brother," played pretty good pop music, and this girl Paris and I broke out into freakydickylickycunty grinding. We was all up in each other's grillz and was all like, "You want a piece of this meat, don't you?" Excellent!
When the partying finished, people again flocked to Brendan's room, and we ordered pizza, which people fucking slaughtered as soon as the box was opened. Pizza at two in the morning is the best, I swear. In fact, food after drinking is the gift of gods. What a Fatty McFatty statement. I love it.
Finkers came over thereafter. We debated quite heatedly for a while about a certain topic, but we got over our differences and ended up talking until five thirty in the morning. I enjoyed it. Oh yeah, I fell asleep on Brendan's bed. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2004|02:47 am] |
Life should be fun, and yes, one must live it up to the maximum, but he or she must also recognize that certainly there are times when it is healthy and positively necessary to be serious. What is great about my friends is their capability of detaching themselves from life's superficiality in order to talk about very real and important issues in today's society, even after a full day's worth of stupidity and immaturity. Kudos to you. <3.
<3:
HappyFeely (9:23:47 PM): <3<3
Beanboy15 (9:23:54 PM): wtf is that? |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|11:27 pm] |
Due to some computer technical difficulty shit, the results of the spring election have been deemed invalid, and a revote is to follow. If the rest of my life depended on my becoming the house treasurer of Main, I would most certainly be in tears. But since I have more important issues to worry about, well, you guessed it, I will attend to them now.
By the way, it's raining outside, and I love it. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|12:56 pm] |
An excellent spring day has stepped forth. Seventy degrees, sunny, cloudless. It's a day of thin-clothed long-sleeved shirts and linen pants. I am wearing the shirt, but I must be punished for not having the abovementioned pants. I'll forgive myself, only because the tulips on Main circle, overlooking my window, are about ready to bloom and show off their bright red and orange and purple and yellow flowers. In fact, the whole campus is looking prettier each day. Magnolias have flowered, my favorite being the two intertwined trees by the Admissions house, one of which has produced white flowers and the other purple ones. There is also a tree by Noyes that has amazingly sweet-scented flowers. Oh, flowers are gorgeous. Trees are gorgeous. The grass is gorgeous. It's hard to possess the passion to work when all aspects of nature are gorgeous. Even the word gorgeous is gorgeous.
Classes this morning weren't bad, either. I love how I successfully pulled shit out of my ass in English, during our analyses of two stories we were supposed to have read before class. I totally copped out on the whole reading affair, but somehow I was able to put together other people's ideas and make relevant comments to further fuel the discussions. Having the professor nod his head and agree with your statements as if you've read and deeply understand the text is a cause for celebration.
And to celebrate, I'm going to take my blanket outside and read for my History term paper, my oversized aviator sunglasses and bottled water on hand. Kisses. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|12:32 am] |
I'm thinking of deleting AOL instant messenger off my computer. I have come to realize that I don't use the program as often as I did in high school, and it's also a distraction from my work. I can't stand catching myself sitting in front of my computer to people's away messages, or simply to look at my buddylist everysooften to see who has signed on recently, when I could be using those valuable minutes to read up or do something more meaningful with my life. Moreover, I'll admit I'm godawful when it comes to talking to people online. I continually leave my AIM on without an away message, and during times when I'm actually on the computer, my replies can get brutally boring. I hate typing. I would much rather talk on the phone to friends than type longass paragraphs about my day. Besides, they can look at this fucking page! Hmm, but I think I'm too addicted to chalk up the guts to take out the program from my handydandy Dell. We'll see. People should call me more often, because then maybe I'd be slightly better with the phone, too. Go figure.
Speaking of my Dell, this damn computer sucks. I have gone and figured, thankyouverymuch.
But earlier tonight, I went over to Hunter's room to borrow his Flannery book, and to pass sometime we looked at our grade's facebook and made a list of gay people, maybe-gay people, and people who we wish were gay. It's unofficial, we know, but thirty-something males were counted as homosexuals. Seventeen or so were counted as being possibly homosexual. And two were on my wish-list. No, you can't see the paper, because it's top secret and hidden in a secure location, away from possible stealers of such important documents. In retrospect, it was pretty sad that considerable time was spent on the list, but too much fun was involved to regret anything.
When I got back from Hunter's, it became clear to me, with the help of Alex, that my soul would be lost without my body pillow. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|05:57 pm] |
All we need is <3.
I've got the urge. Urge to what? I've got the urge to do work, to finish all my assignments, to renew my academic existence. Over the past few weeks I've been succumbing to the life I lived last semester, which consisted of not giving a shit about reading, doing things at the last minute, and all-around procrastinating to the night's end. It's been terribly nice to have had chilled and relaxed with cool persons, but now I'm quickly realizing that the amount of work I'm faced with in the next weeks is somewhat unbearable. I don't have so much the urge, but rather I'm forcing the self to settle down and get on the ball. Gettin' ready to rumble is soo hard, I know, but someone has to do it. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2004|01:05 pm] |
Man, Modern Asia was awful. I felt so bad for my professor, because she was trying really hard to engage the class into a meaningful discussion about Tagore's "Sacrifice." However, it seemed no one had read the assignment, so everyone decided to be mute for about an hour, which made the period quite unbearable. My professor finally gave up and let us out early, but I stayed for a little bit and personally apologized to her for my having nothing substantial to say. She seemed to appreciate my words, so I feel good about that. Brownie point for me! No, but seriously, it kills me when professors have to themselves to work extremely hardcore to get a class going. It reminds me too much of when I taught at this program Summerbridge and was forced to transform myself into a full-fledge teacher. I had to write lesson plans, grade tests, lecture in front of seventh graders, and engage my students in great discussions. There were many a times when I was disappointed that my students were awfully dead in class, when I couldn't quite get them to say anything. It killed me, man... like hardcore killed me. And I truly can empathize with many of the woes and frustration my teachers/professors experience routinely.
It's another gorgeous day to boot, though. Too bad I have a longass lab ahead of me. So much for its being 4/20, huh? |
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[Apr. 20th, 2004|12:08 am] |
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happy 420, everyone! and to celebrate, i'm going to a lazy fucker and not use any capital letters on this post. but yeah, i've started the celebration. i'm actually pretty happy about it, because it means all my pot will be gone, and i can sort of do a little dance and celebrate. i want to stop smoking for a while just to detoxify myself.. anyway, i hope i dont eat anything tonight. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|09:21 pm] |
What a nice day in spring. Religion was awesome, because my professor took us outside for class. I couldn't quite pay attention, so I instead listened to random birds chirping nearby and wrote a haiku. After handing in my English paper, I sat under a tree on the lawn overlooking one of my window and listened to the words of the Beatles. I took out my handy dandy notebook and tried writing more poems, but I got bored and decided to run with Hdidds around campus. And boy, was it an experience. My fucking legs were hurting like little bitches that they have recently been, and my lungs felt as though they were about to collapse. Luckily, I got my endurance level sort of up there and finished the run in grand style, my and Heide's striding across the quad for the whole world to see our buffness. Mmmm.
PS- Starting tomorrow, this shit I call my writing space will be livelier. I've been a tad "busy." But at least I got into all my classes! |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|09:06 pm] |
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it's not so much the subject of conversation, but rather the fact that you had to tell someone else about a conversation only you and i had (and were meant to have) kind of pisses me off. big mouths are uncool in my book. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|07:24 pm] |
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Dude, amazingly gorgeous and quite the eventful day. Too bad I'm too lazy to write a full-length entry about it, but basically it consisted of my waking up early to have brunch, going to the gym right after, playing soccer at Noyes Circle with my prospie Justin, walking to the quad to check out the Hip Hop 101 shit, walking around campus to show buildings and shit, eating dinner with admitted prospectives, and now sitting around in my room and waiting for the nightlife to begin. I haven't been inside my dorm since early this afternoon, so it was definitely a day of good times and great oldies. Carpe diemed it out, baby. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|01:19 pm] |
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Holy shit, it's a beauty outside. Quad party! |
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[Apr. 15th, 2004|07:42 pm] |
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Someone moments ago sent me, through instant messenger, an mp3 of "The Very Thought of You" by Billie Holiday. I don't know exactly who the person is, because he or she sent the file using "Send file" and didn't directly message me first. Hmm, now I'm curious about the individual's identity. In any case, that was a sweet gesture. Thanks! |
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[Apr. 15th, 2004|01:58 pm] |
Fabian and I had, last night, what I thought was a pretty funny conversation on instant messenger. Total pothead mentality ahead. At the end of our talk are the descriptions of our ideal lovers. If you fit the criteria, don't hesitate to instant message either. On that babblefart, here comes the sun:
HappyFeely (1:19:27 AM): do you have any incense?
Beanboy15 (1:19:39 AM): er, no. i have cigarettes
HappyFeely (1:19:47 AM): fuck you!
Beanboy15 (1:19:52 AM): they're kinda like incense
HappyFeely (1:20:04 AM): i am smoking, so i need some incense to make the mood even more better
Beanboy15 (1:20:51 AM): damn, i didnt eeven realize it was 1:30
HappyFeely (1:21:16 AM): it's 1:21, silly rabbit. but yeah, it's late. well no
Beanboy15 (1:22:04 AM): sigh. i cant wait until this year is ova. i ma be mad happy
HappyFeely (1:22:47 AM): me too! i feel like i'm ready to call it a year, but i've realized things this week
Beanboy15 (1:23:45 AM): what things have you realized????
HappyFeely (1:24:06 AM): haha... this is going to sound so potheadlike. i dont know, i realized that you should not expect anything from anyone/anything, because then you can sort of just take a step back and enjoy life for what it is. you then notice the beauty in like everything... the trees, the river, the rain, the grass... and you're not necessarily happy all the time, but you appreciate things more
Beanboy15 (1:26:54 AM): that was pretty fucking stoner-like in its logic, HOWEVER you are basically saying that when no one talks to you you have to find other things to keep you happy (i.e. nature and what have you) which isnt necessarily bad
HappyFeely (1:27:17 AM): yeah. or when you feel disconnected from the world, nature is always there to help you out, pick you up
Beanboy15 (1:27:38 AM): thats really sad felix
HappyFeely (1:27:51 AM): haha why
Beanboy15 (1:28:43 AM): cuz our source of happiness should not come primarely from rocks, soil, and trees, but from hot sex. soon we will be old and things will suck
HappyFeely (1:29:06 AM): you can have old pussy, mmm
Beanboy15 (1:29:09 AM): this is our prime. how fuckjign scarey is that
HappyFeely (1:29:18 AM): old rotting pussy and saggy tits
Beanboy15 (1:29:48 AM): shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutup, fucker. well, w/e. i dont give a fuck anymore. you are dead on right. nature will heal us
HappyFeely (1:30:25 AM): hahaha amen. dude how do u know no women like you though?
Beanboy15 (1:31:07 AM): how do i know no girls like me?
HappyFeely (1:31:29 AM): yeah, because you assume no one is interested in you!
Beanboy15 (1:32:04 AM): cuz none approach me w./ interest. and the ones that do, it is not reciprocal and such
HappyFeely (1:32:23 AM): haha, fat people like me, too, dont worry
Beanboy15 (1:32:32 AM): ewwwwwwwww, that sux
HappyFeely (1:32:36 AM): just kidding!
Beanboy15 (1:33:33 AM): haha
HappyFeely (1:34:20 AM): no actually im not. or im like not interested in them. or like.. i dont know, im not interested in the stereotypical gay guy
Beanboy15 (1:35:11 AM): who would be...
HappyFeely (1:35:15 AM): i dont know
Beanboy15 (1:35:17 AM): for example...
HappyFeely (1:35:32 AM): i really dont know, that's the sad thing. because i havent found one here. oh wait, who is the stereotypical gay guy? haha. i dont know, just that flamboyant homosexual whose life is run by his sexuality
Beanboy15 (1:37:29 AM): little self hatered going on?. haha, jk. i understand. no queens?
HappyFeely (1:38:06 AM): yeah, and someone who can also make fun of his community, and at the same time someone who can also talk about politics and who also likes a lot of alone time and hahahahahahaha. someone who's like me, man!
Beanboy15 (1:38:58 AM): awwwwwwww, felix, i know. i want a beautiful girlfirend who happens to play classical guitar and smokes cigarettes, and hates ppl who complain about them, and also is angry at the same things i get angry at. we all want clones whom we can fuck. thats what it comes down to
HappyFeely (1:41:22 AM): haha werd, and at the same time, the fucking world is scared to have them
Beanboy15 (1:41:42 AM): haha |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|12:29 am] |
In other news:
- I am running for my dorm's treasurer, and my "You should vote for me!" statement is funny, says Finkers. He specifically called me (or made me call him) to tell me so.
- I don't know why, but the weather forecast that it will rain all week makes me happy. I, however, despise that a shitload of worms are deciding to come out of the ground because of the rain and slither to wherever I'm walking. I hate things that slither. Therefore, I was happy tonight when I came across many dead worms that didn't quite get back in the ground after last night's rain. Punkasses!
- Yesterday was Brendan's birthday. We went to Uno's to celebrate. I had an abfab time, for serious. Heide went with us guyzz to dinner, and it was awesome hanging out with her again. I'm glad she understands what I'm thinking, and I know I can always count on her for moral and emotional support. She possesses a unique and admirable ability to always comprehend my sometimes (self-proclaimed) irrational self. Thanks, babe. And also, my ex-boyfriend is finally nineteen. Good luck with that, man. What an important year it will be for you.
- An eighth grader from my high school, who I actually mentored, apparently created several porn videos of her masturbating and playing with a mop. The videos somehow made it to the internet (Kazaa!), and now everyone in New York City and all over the country are talking about it. I was informed by my brother tonight that newspeople have been hovering around the school campus to report on the incident. I think it's hilarious. Dude, if you're going to make a porn video, find something better than a fucking mop to stick up your pussy or stick up your mouth. I actually don't know if she did either, but for future references, for my sanity, please use only dildos, vibrators, and peeled bananas when and if you decide to embark on a film project of your playing with thy self. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2004|11:37 pm] |
I've been picking up recently published copies of Time and Newsweek to read when I'm on the elliptical at the gym, and the primary focus of the issues have predominantly been on the Iraq issue. I'm tired of bringing it up every now and then, but it is necessary that I reiterate my way-deep contempt for the current administration.
Last week (or two weeks ago? Sadly, I don't remember.) several US troops were burned, mutilated, and hung on bridges for the rest of the world to see, a strong evidence of the massive resistance in the US-led coalition to "pacify" and eventually turn over Iraq to its people. A page of Newsweek I was perusing today showed graphic images of the burnt bodies being dragged by angry mobs. Next to the photograph was a picture of an Iraqi woman hysterically crying over the loss of a family member. My mouth was agape as I examined other pictures, one of which was of a Fallujah citizen who, with burning tanks in the background, held up a sign that translated to something similar to "Cemetery for the Americans." When I turned the page to the next, however, I of course was greeted by an image of Bush's infamous smirk, with a description that stated how the administration's efforts are nothing but successful. And when I looked at the news a few minutes ago, there were plenty of articles on Bush's "vow" to handover power to the Iraqis on June 30, his fucking smirk again visible for the whole world to see.
Everyone is suffering. Soldiers are attacked on a daily basis. Civilians are killed on a daily basis. The Iraqi people are angry, but still Bush is trying mighty hard to create a rhetoric that puts him on the positive spotlight. What the fuck? |
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