Does it still count if yr planning to be spontaneous? GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.
- robert herrick - "to the virgins, to make much of time"
It pains me to see so many folks pay so fucking much just to read a book.
telefono
So I fucking hate going into work at Alumni Giving. It starts at 5:30, I always feel like it's interrupting my day. But it's like a drug, I come out feeling like I'm on top of the world. I had some good calls today though. I talked to a nun for about 20 minutes. We were just chopping it up about how much campus has changed since she went to school here. She was schooling me on the history department and the great faculty they had. Hella fun to talk to, I wish more folks were like that.
you write differently when you know you have an audience
Hello moto.
french vanilla
Nestle makes the best coffee creamer, hands down. When $1.85 cups of Starbucks house blend catch up to you, you need a way to excite things with the coffeemaker. The solution: Nestle's Coffee-mate French Vanilla Coffee Creamer. According to the label, it recieved the 2003 Gold Taste Award by the American Tasting Institute. It certainly earned that recognition, because this creamer is fucking good. Sometimes I wish I carried around a bottle of this powder with me. Actually, I prefer the liquid variety, but the powder was all they had at the food mart next door.
junelove
I guess...yr the exception to the bodyroll+shake rule. And now I can't say shit...you gorgeous asshole. You know you hella jock my two-step anyways...
tickets
So in light of recent events, it has been decided that the LucasandJonpalooza 2006 will be held at Chuck-E-Cheese. It's a nice, fun-filled, family catered establishment that doesn't serve alcohol. I mean really, a night of vomiting and a morning of overhangs, or a 200 ticket Chinese yo-yo? Who doesn't like skee-ball? My only gripe about Chuck-E-Cheese growing up was that the place smelled like feet. I don't really like the smell of feet.
kelly clarkson
You know it's a bopper party when some dude's grill hella blinds you while he's jumping up and down to "Since You've Been Gone". His chains hella hitting similarly jumping girls in the face. Never seen someone mosh with a thizz-face and a 5XL shirt before. Hillarious. I still think that song was ghostwritten by Jonah.
unexpected
difficult to breathe freedom limitations caused by imitations elicit reserved confrontations giving the half not the full shit's empty without the bull embracing the five steps shared before beautiful maneuver through indecisive half shit act quick cool on the one flip it on the two steady with fluidity is some shit that ain't you inspiring to be jaded living the postemeditated because afterthoughts give birth to aftershocks turning shook ones from haves to have-nots half full to half empty ain't no good but there's plenty
the search for truth exists only in the saliva dripping from burnt tounges dreams exist only in inebriated states of the artificial inspiration exists with the exhalation of burnt lungs
sorry ms. larrieux, nothing's sacred anymore.
breathe from the heart, not from the lung speak from the heart, not from the tounge
please learn.
11:47 AM
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Saturday, January 28, 2006
227.25
I don't know what to say. Brandon put it best yesterday when he was talking about how, "The vision is there, but it's as if your hands can't keep up." I want to write. I feel like I have a story to tell right now. But I can't think of the proper words to say.
I wish we could all see beautiful.
4:18 AM
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Friday, January 27, 2006
can't stop won't stop yes i love it.
I almost fell asleep at a club last night. There's something about hyphy that has a soothing lullabye effect to it. I remember the days when clubs used to be a hella big thing. Folks would prepare a week in advance for some big ass party. Now, especailly after the age turn, it seems like clubs are no thing. I think moreso because a lot of the jawns I go to are free. Last night, I was down 4 points on Madden, and then Luke got a call and asked if we wanted to hit the club. Sure. I was about to get the ball back after halftime too. Asshole.
Clubs. Overdrunk dudes. Underdressed girls. This combo makes for interesting visuals. It's like BETUncut brought to life. But dudes should never...NEVER...lift up their own shirt while a girl is breaking him off. Bad look man. That's worse than a half naked man on a bed with a cowboy hat and an eyepatch (Wassup Judzon!).
Is dancing a lost art? I'm not saying I'm the world's best dancer, shoot, I'm not even saying I can dance. But there's gotta be more on the dance floor than girls doing the weak ass body roll with a shake at the end. Don't even front like you don't know what I'm talking about. The most hillarious part of that is the facial expression after the shake. The girl hella has this look on her face like she's hella satisfied with herself. Like some "Yeah, I know yr impressed. Ya'll ain't ever seen this before." type shit. Give me a girl that two steps. Damn.
I'm in the market for a t-shirt that says "YOU ARE NOT THAT CUTE!". Or I can just walk around the club holding up a sign.
