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The OoOoWeE Insight And the world makes sense once again. 
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Monday, March 31, 20033/31/03
I'm in such denial. They say I'm weird, I say I'm happy. He says I'm weird, I say I know what I'm doing. She says I'm weird, I say I'm just bored.
I don't understand how I have friends; how people actually like me; how i've had more girlfriends than some of my friends combined.
I'm a weirdo....and an ass.
If you looked up Ryan Mose in a thesaurus it'd direct you to look up some words along the lines of: angst, romantic sap, witty, honesty, modesty, basorexia, humourous (actually, scratch that one. I don't think that's possible) along with a whole plethora of other words.
I'd say about.....2 pages worth of synonyms. Feel free to add to the list because it's growing ever so greatly daily.
It's amazing how easily my feelings are played.
I'm so glad I found this link again!
OoOoWeE!
It's um....cute...Yeah, that's right! I said it! And I said it proudly, guys! Er....kinda.
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 11:03 PM.3/30/03
Sunday, March 30, 2003
What's up with Phan, Michael and David? They act as if they've never seen me bust out with a Bo/wooden pole before...
Holy dayum it was hot today! The sun was beating me almost as much as I verbally (but modestly and earnestly) beat myself. What did I do?
I went for a walk of course. It was great.
Aren't monkeys awesome? I guarantee that if I'm ever down, juss dress up a monkey in any outfit and have it dance with me and I'll be set for the next 5 months in terms of OoOoWeE happiness.
No, my friends, I don't have a girlfriend and as much as you tell me that I do, I don't have any secret admirers....understand? No, oversit. You know what I'm talking about. You only know that which you don't know. Am I getting through to you? I guess I'm stuck in traffic. I'm not making any sense at all.
Confuzzled yet?
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:36 PM.3/28/03
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Yeah....so tonight was MORP.
Blah....Phan and Michael didn't wanna go...but....
Did I have fun? Yeah, it was groovy. Though, I had a lot more fun last year.
I felt like such an idiot when I first arrived at 8:45. It seemed like no one was there (which, after walking a few yards, I found out was untrue....everyone juss decided the other side of the gym was a lot better) and it also seemed like I was the only cat who wasn't dressed in a Sports Fever (yes, you may punch me for saying the theme like that).
So, as I made my entrance, a lot of familiar faces approached me. I was dancing with a grip of people for the first 15-25 minutes, but then I strolled to where most of my peeps were at. Total killjoy? Close.
I think I'm the only one in most of my main groups of friends that actually dances. So, for the next hour and a half, I was trilling with my crew, trying to help them get in the groove...but to no avail. I wasted an hour and a half looking like an idiot in front of my friends instead of looking like an idiot in front of other friends/other girls. But eh, its all good. I still had fun. The last half hour was fun. There was a whole grip of people I wanted to dance with but I didn't see them!....wookie wookie wa.
Yeah, I was shaking, walking, locking and popping....what's new?
They need to switch DJs or something. Hell, let me DJ next year. They played only one slow jam, a lot of Sean Paul and 50 Cent, horrible "old-skool" music (i.e. Vanilla Ice....although, they did play 'Let Me Clear My Throat' so it balanced out). Yup, a lot of walking and shaking songs....not enough popping or locking songs.
Haha, its funny watching all these people who think they can C-Walk....Agh...I'm an ass. Sorry. Anyone else see that circle and juss think, "MTV material all the way!"
Kevin asked someone for a slow dance while I was out looking for a nice young lady myself. But he got turned down!....and he won't tell me who! I felt so bad. Although, he did end up slow dancing with someone else from what he told me.
Pat said he was impressed with my skills.
Ryan made me bust out some shaking and popping, bragging to his friends?
Justin felt the buzz as I busted a walk and shake for him.
Amy and Angie were like, "Yo, what up?" for a while but left.
Cheski and Angie were spouting, "Yo, what up?" for a lil bit but decided to wiggle it away to get some water.
Brit was also like, "Yo, what up?" along with Brooke but left when they realized I was the only cat dancing along with them.
There were a lot of peeps who were like, "Yo, what up?" but I'm too tired to list them all.
Blah...my arms and legs feel like jelly.
Why are they so uptight about freak-dancing?
Now if only it was an open dance (allowing people from other districts to roll up)...I could've invited the other cats from out Apoc Crew and laid it down for everyone, haha.
THEY DIDN'T PLAY THE IGNITION REMIX! WHY?!
Was I the only one who was confuzzled as to what that 'contest' was about?
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 12:42 AM.3/26/03
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Sometimes when someone talks to you more than they usually do....or even if they don't talk to you as much as they used to....its a good sign there's affection there.
Objects in your mirror are sometimes closer than they appear?
HEEEEELLOOOOOOO NURSE!
I think I'm a good dreamer....because unlike most people I know, I can remember almost all of them....can control them at times.....have crazy deja vu....and I can interpret quite a grip of them....and you don't even know how often I nap. Or how I don't wake up until the early noon on weekends....you think you know...but you have no idea.
If I were a superhero, I'd be Slumber Man! Defender of the dormant and quiescent! And what would my insignia be?
Tres Zetas, of course!
I don't know how much help I'd be though...I mean, falling asleep on the innocent as well as the criminals...
But hey, then I could start saying that I slept with the beautiful and the famous, huh?
Z.. Slumber Man...
.Z. was...
..Z here...
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 9:49 PM.3/24/03
Monday, March 24, 2003
Hmm...I found nothing funny today....
Have you ever had that feeling where you juss felt like yelling at everyone and giving them a good thrashing?
Yeah, neither have I.
But I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on stuff.
I've only been in 3 serious fights in my lifetime.
I've never been in a car crash. Now, I know, that sounds weird, but hey. The closest I've come to an adrenaline rush like that of a car crash was on rollercoasters and whatnot.
I've only broken one bone and that has been my left wrist. Yeah, that sounds weird too, but I've never gotten to experiance what it feels like to be wheeled around with a cast on my leg, having everyone sign it.
I've only ever dated 2 girls that went to the same school as me. I don't know...I've liked girls at the same school...that's a given. But I've never...initiated? I think the fact that seeing them everyday scares me a bit....it adds a bit of pressure that I don't have when talking to others. That and the fact that I can't take a hint at all. Girls from other schools (at least in the cases I've been in) are a lot more up front about things. You know what? Scratch all that...I'm not making any sense....at all.
All I'm saying is....if I had an autobiography, how boring would my childhood years be? I feel like I'm just wasting my time during my highschool life. I can't even decide on what to take as far as classes go for next year.
Everyone I talked to online today signed off within a matter of 10 minutes.
I'm lonely! Yes, I admitted it, my friends. But that's the only time! I'm sure I'll find something else to make me feel better and another reason to be all happy like I usually am. Like....puppies! Puppie are awesome! Or....cream soda....MmMmmm....cream soda....
Blah, blah, blah to every mosquito in San Marcos, ya bastards.
I had boba today, that was the only highlight. Jackie Chan was there, as well as his wife, Tokyo Breakfast. Yeah, they're awesome and chippy. Juss like I usually am?
And their new recruit is koo. She thought I was mexican, haha. 2 stamps for me!
I could've used my filled out card to get a free drink, but I didn't. I intend on giving it to someone that deserves it.
Or at least someone who hasn't gone/doesn't go to Bubbletea in a while (i.e. Lee, Kristina, Andrea, the other Andrea, Michael, Phan, Manny, Binh, Nikki etc.)
I think I started a new craze with all this 'let's find big words and say we suffer from them because we do but no one else realizes it because they don't know what they mean until they personally go and ask us up front.' Wait...I don't think that run-on sentence made any sense....at all.
Hey, I found the second highlight of my day! Yes, Punk'd! One of the greatest prank shows ever conceived.
"Can you dig it?! Come out and plaaaaaay!"
Agh...
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:21 PM.3/23/03
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Yeah, so I was taking a walk today and I decided that I never ever want to be mistaken for a magician. I say this because during my walk, I saw a man in the park.
He 'floated' to the bench in magician-esque fashion, sat down, and plopped his bag of tricks next to him. He leaned over and pulled something out of his bag.
Can you guess what it was, children? A rabbit? A dove? A car? A yummylicious sub for Ryan? No, no, no, children! He pulled out a walkman and listened to, what I'm guessing was, magic show instrumentals.
Did I mention his long, well-conditioned hair? You can't be a magician without that!
On a loftier note, I feel really bad? "Why's that?" you say?
"Is it because you like a girl who is in love with someone else but was, at one point in your dillusional mind, in love with you?"
Why, friend, NO! That isn't it at all!
I feel bad because I had a good weekend whereas about two thirds of my friends didn't! That's why!
Yeah, I'm weird. I feel bad whenever ANY of my friends feel bad.
Somebody needs a hug.
It was brought to my attention that its ok to be sad sometimes, especially concerning romance.
I'm sorry I'm such an optimist, everyone.
I guess I'm the only person who thinks glasses are sexy. If sexy was from A to B, glasses would be Z. Holla!
If you're bored and feel like talking to someone, go up to them and say (with a smile), "So I say...that's no whale, THAT'S MY NIECE!" and then flash that big commercial grin. Trust me, it'll get something out of ANYBODY.
On second thought, don't trust me. I'm the one person you shouldn't trust.
Did I ever tell you how I used to pickpocket back in my middle school days? Well, there you go.
But I never kept the stuff, mind you. I'd always give it back. It was juss for fun.
And that, my friends, is why Ryan is the most evilest person in the whole wide worlds!
Sometimes I think I have an online journal just to see how much nonsense I can spout in one entry.
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:08 PM.3/22/03
Saturday, March 22, 2003
MmMmmm.....bbq.
Good stuff, huh guys?
Seeing some of my ex's all at the same place....interesting.
But its all good. I juss couldn't help but remember why I liked one over the other and so on.
And then I felt like an ass.
But I'm not like my friends who base everything on looks and how much the other likes them. I'm sorry.
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I'm scared...I miss the way we use to talk...
And if its all forever lost...I don't wanna know.
I'm scared that you're the one that got away...
And I want you here with me...
Tonight...will never come.
The messages had stopped...
When I found she loved another...
The wit had ended...
When her pining began...
But the feeling is still here...
When hers is somewhere else...
All I needed was the love you would've gave...
All I needed for another day...
And all I ever knew...
Only you.
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Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 11:28 PM.3/21/03
Friday, March 21, 2003
"Hey! Leave the bitch alone!"
-Yeah...I'm glad chivalry isn't dead.
Girls....why so much drama?
The whole day it was....drama this, drama that.
"He's so blah." "She's such a blah." "He won't give me blah!" "I don't know why I'm with him!"
You know what...I don't know why you're with him either. If he's such a motherless bastard, why are you supporting him?
Find someone that will give you what you need. I don't know if you knew this, but there isn't a single person in the school who isn't the objection of affection of someone else. Yes, it is indeed easier for some people to find them. For others, its like finding a needle in the haystack. But lemme tell you, it's there...and it's juss waiting to give you a 'love prick' ('prick' as in 'prick you get from a needle').
Anyways, as you can probably tell, I'm not feeling all too well today. There's just this one girl that has me up in a fix.
But it's all good.
And I thought I knew girls...
But, if there's one thing that I do know about girls that is absolute...it's that the sweetest compliment you could give to her...is the truth.
Unless, of course the, truth is....ugly?
My second piece of advice? Never ever tell a girl you like her. It juss kills it all. Everything. Wait until you're sure you both dig one another somewhat. Then, wait for the right moment when its all good, and go for the lean in. Asking someone to date you (unless of course, its asking them out on a date) is like giving them an interview. Deciding on this manner is more mental than emotional.
Not sure if you could make the first move? Well, if you know she's into you, let her? Next time you two are out, tell her she has something on her cheek (i.e. dirt, food stain) and gently 'rub it off.' Exchanging your glance from the 'speck' right to her eyes. At this point, the ball is in both your courts. Go for the lean in. If she does end up saying, "is it gone?" then juss say, "Haha, yeah." Its all good, you've saved face. There'll be other times. Trust me, I know.
Ernestus has the quote, "Nothing gold can stay..." in his profile from The Outsiders.
Well dayum....
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 3:28 PM.3/20/03
Thursday, March 20, 2003
"Haha, Ryan, it was a funny joke. Everyone laughed. Why aren't you laughing?"
"Laugh? Ryan doesn't laugh. Ryan juss smiles...sheepishly, like a sheep. And he's always smiling. Why are you always smiling Ryan? What is so funny that you must keep it to yourself? What do you know that we don't?! What is going on?! Tell me, Ryan, what is so funny?! TELL ME NOW, DAMMIT!"
If you were as constantly bored as I am, you'd understand.
How 'bout them girls across the food court, huh guys? Haha.
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 7:53 PM.3/17/03
Monday, March 17, 2003
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It was a cold october night. Amber rays illuminated the lonely sidewalk. The chilling breeze equaled only by her warming presence as she walked beside him, giggling. lLeaves crunching below their every step. They wandered onto the campus of his old elementary school and settled on his old playground, reminiscing of the first time the two had met.
It had the first time that he had seen his good friend since the end of 7th grade. He was at his new house, in Mira Mesa, perusing the unfamiliar faces. He was in foreign territory and he was glad that he had his charm to help him gain some new friendships. It was then that he saw her in the entertainment room grooving. She was like poetry in motion. Her body moving right in beat with the invigorating music. Every move and step she sported seemed to spread jubilation to everyone around her.
"Hey, bro, who is that?"
"Oh her? Haha, that right there, my friend, is...."
So, he asked her for a dance and conversing through the night, found it worthwhile that he had taken his friends' invitation.
The two had spent the next few months talking constantly on the phone and online. Whenever he had visited his old friends in Mira Mesa, her clique was always welcome to join them.
It was then, in mid-conversation, that he just realized something. He liked her. He liked her more than anyone else before. And as he sat there in his swing, he fell silent. He looked up and saw her face in the moonlight, looking out into Paloma's field. He got a lightheaded feeling as he got lost in her beauty, leaning his swing closer.
She turned, her gaze shifting right into his. He stopped, butterflies fluttering violently in his stomach, nervously losing his balance. He backflipped off his swing.
Beauty panned into view. "Haha, are you ok? Lemme tell you, you could've won a medal for that spectacular flip you juss pulled off." She flashed her patented smile.
"Never been better..." he replied as he, once again, got lost in her deep, brown eyes.
He didn't know what it was, but he lost sense of everything. It wasn't even confidence that made him to do what he did next.
He brought his face up to hers and planted a light kiss on her lips. Those few seconds seemed to had lasted an eternity. The only sight, the darkness of his eyelids. The only smell, the sweet scent of her perfume. The only sound, the quiet *smack* from her soft lips as his departed.
The kiss was unlike any kiss he had experianced before. It wasn't like any middleschool/highschool kiss...."ooh, some lip and maybe even some tongue!" No, nothing like that. He liked this girl inside and out. Her internal essence rivaled her external blessings. This kiss had meant something....and it made it that much better.
The two looked at eachother, knowing that this was what they both wanted. So for the rest of the time that they had spent together that night, she laid in his warm arms as they both watched the stars....
both in the sky and eachother's eyes.
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I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:56 PM.3/16/03
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Maybe it's love- I don't know...
I just can't tell you what happens in me...
It's affection. Can't you see?
I can't let on that I'm scared...
You'll see right through to my soul...
What shall I say when you know?
Forever held in my heart,
I'll hide inside how I wish'd it to be,
and never let it show...
Maybe you'll never leave me...
Remain as friends -let it be...
I'll hide inside these few words...
I truly like you...
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He never ever met anyone else like her. If she wasn't perfect, she was close enough to it. If anyone was his TTP, it was her. He could take any song and relate it to something about her. She was that versatile.
But, she always was sprung on or with someone else. And he understood why. She was only human. He could handle that.
They were choice picks, they'd make her happy. But he couldn't help but feel small. He knew he'd be a good boyfriend, but he wasn't in her lineup. But he could handle that too.
What he couldn't handle was himself. How he always seemed to fool himself into thinking that she had the smallest inkling of affection for him. How he perceived every compliment she gave to him as a hint of something more. How he always dreamt of her. How, at school, he always seemed to notice her everywhere. How he cherished every IM, text message and thought the two shared.
She always talked about the qualities she wanted in her beau. In his mind, he was always throwing his hand up in the air shouting, "I'm right here!"
The kid had it bad.
But he realized that he truly wanted her to be happy. And he could handle it if it didn't include him in the picture.
So he waited as a friend, always hiding those few words he longed to tell her:
I honestly love you.
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Hey hey! Lookie lookie! Its my online art portfolio! OoOoWeE!
The Art World of Ryan - http://www.geocities.com/aznlancer/portfolio.html
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 2:33 PM.3/14/03
Friday, March 14, 2003
I juss realized my brithday is next month.
That's right...next month...like, the month of april.
And its on the 26th...like, the 26th of april.
Yup.
Groovy.
I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser
I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time
Passed me by again...twice.
My portfolio is coming along nicely.
Yup.
Groovy.
If you had the chance to, would you give everyone you knew a hug?
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 4:47 PM.3/13/03
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Checking people out is the best form of bonding? It sounds crazy...but it just might work?
We went out for din-din tonight in honor of my parents' wedding anniversary! Where'd we go? Karl Strauss' in Carlsbad, my friend.
Good grub? Yummylicious! Do they need a more varied menu? Yes...yes they do.
Got a few calls....but it was too loud! Man, that place is boisterous and noisy! So, I juss asked everyone to text me instead.
Kristina is happily sprung on someone. Beautiful.
Jasmine has got herself a new beau. Beautiful.
Nikki has finally found her TTP. Beautiful.
Tammy is reluctanct, but ecstatic about her new lover. Beautiful.
Jake finally broke the ice. Beautiful.
Angeles is skating on thin ice. Close to beautiful.
And me, I'm still kicking back like the benchwarmer. He has the skills, he just hasn't been called up yet. Ugly.
Wear your heart on your sleeve and it's open for more stinging pain.
Haha and oh yeah...she keeps on paa-ssing meee byyyy!
She keeps on passing me...
I'm working on my online art portfolio. Yup.
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 9:54 PM.3/12/03
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Basorexia is spreading like wildfire!
The time to act is now!
Please bring an empty plastic milk/orange juice carton to school with 'Bucks for Basorexia' written in ink.
Leave it in your teachers' classrooms and every week, deliver it to me, Ryan, and I will make sure that the funds are used to help cure victims of basorexia!
Hallelujah! Help save a teenage life!
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:07 PM.3/11/03
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
And now, its time for a lil rant....
RYAN'S BATHROOM ETIQUETTE: ISSUE #1
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Ok, guys. First of all, stop the moaning and complaining! Yes, we all know....the bathroom is full! And the fricking line is almost as bad as waiting in the DMV.
Secondly, do you guys not have eyes?! There are stalls LINING the fricken bathroom perimeters...AND YOU'RE JUSS STANDING THERE...IN LINE! I don't know about you, but I'm secure enough to go and use the stall that's *GASP* in-between 2 other urinals in use! HOLY FRAGILISTIC KISSES! Seriously, what are you is wrong with you people?! Look, I'm so flabbergasted that I can't speak even straight now, yes!
Thirdly, I'm glad there are some cats who are confident enough to use the even urinals, but please, must you converse with us while doing your bizznizzy? Honestly, the last thing I want to hear is you guys letting out moans of relief or singing like angels!
Now I can understand the guys who are bored so they narrate their whole scenario, acting like it's a battle from some sci-fi flick..."Firing the liquid missles! Oh no! They have porcelain shielding! The outer perimeters of the pants have been stained! Oh ye Gods! The humanity!" but come on!
Just walk up, do your thing, and wash your fricken hands!.....please?
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Ahem....thank you.
I'm not really that mad about it, but I had nothing else to talk about. Yupperz.
My friend asked me if I was going to MORP. I said yes. He then proceeded to ask me what I was going to do at MORP.
I simply replied, "Same thing we do every dance, Pinky. Try to dance over the world! And maybe slow dance with a sweet girl and as we get lost in eachother's eye we lean in closer to one another...our breath heavy as the hot condensed air....and as our lips almost touch, a spark fluttering before them....the slowjam ends and the lady brushes off into the crowd...looking for another male to freak dance....juss like last time.....maybe I shouldn't go?"
So, he reassuringly goes, "No, you should go. We need someone who can dance."
So, in english, we're working on these posters concerning the themes of Frankenstein. I'm grouped with my good friends Jason, Rayan, Lizeth & Lauren. Oh, and did I mention the nice and beautiful Kylie? Well there you go. Anyways, I'm looking at a poster already up with the same theme as ours. Can you guess what it is children? That's right! Revenge and obsession!
Well, we ended up getting entirely different but good quotes but I couldn't help but notice the excellent job on that poster. And then I noticed another poster, but I forgot what theme it was. Anyways, being the awesome critic that I am, I made lil ghetto notes that said: "A+ - a - licious!" and "A+ job if I do say so myself!" signed, "With love, your critic, (my signature) OoOoWeE!" and then I slapped those suckers on those 2 posters! It was fun. Yup.
"Ok, I love you, buh-bye!"
Well, I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 7:41 PM.3/10/03
Monday, March 10, 2003
Am I the only one who doesn't just look ahead while walking? Anyone else...y'know...look around while walking?
Why do I bring this up, you ask?
Well, there she was, on the other side of the grass divider thingy. I see her. The most beautiful thing my eyes have viewed the entire day...
Her image is burned in my retina. Amazing...
But she didn't notice me. She keeps on passing me by.
Oops.
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:25 PM.3/7/03
Friday, March 07, 2003
The more quieter we become, the more we hear.
No, I don't illegally download movies and songs....and then make a lil money on the side. I am merely previewing, my friends. Previewing.
You want to know what basorexia is, don't you? Why is it in my profile? Why am I suffering from it? Well, you'll just have to ask me personally, sucka.
I missed airbands...now if only I had my license or a car at the least! I could've drove myself home.
I heard a lot of good and I heard a lot of bad. I'm sorry.
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The two of them were lying in their own beds, riding along a phone line to help visualize a familiar face. It had been exactly 2 years. 2 years since the last months of 8th grade and every day they both thought about the other. She about him. He about her. But instead of unleashing their affections for one another just like they had done in the past, they respected the other's decision. The 'mutual' decision that they made the last few months of 8th. The decision to just be friends in the burgeoning of highschool life.
However, it was true that they had met a plethora of new people. They even had some relationships that almost rivaled theirs. But they could never forget their first good kiss. It wasn't like any kisses they had planted before. He felt weak in the knees whenever their lips touched. Her knee popped just in anticipation of the fire shared between their mouths.
But they were both too proud to let the other know just how lonely they were. So far driven by this loneliness, they started to find love in others. Which isn't a bad thing.
But no one wants to be looked upon as the fall-back lover...and certainly not as the one who got away. And that's how the two looked at themselves. And as always, in a deceptive tone, they beckoned one another,
"So tell me, how have you been since you've been gone?"
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I've got a grip of achy-breaky-heart related stories to tell....and you're going to listen to them all! Yay!
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 11:26 PM.3/6/03
Thursday, March 06, 2003
"Argh! Where be them pirates?!"
You know what I'm talking about! *wink**wink*
My legs and booty are sore...I can't even sit down.
I shouldn't have worked them out so hard...Blah gah gah...
You ever need to relax? Listen to Canon In D Major. It'll send you...
Manny and Hez....Vs....Phan and Michael
In what you ask?....a freestyle battle of course!
Haha, yeah they suck, but it'll be fun to watch, huh?
I feel like grooving. If I were in class, this would be the time where I would invite a girl to dance with me.
"Why can't I find a woman like that?"
-You just did. Go for it.
"God she's beautiful..."
-You ever tell her that?
"She's perfect."
-That's just the kind of thing she outta know.
"If only I had a chance with her..."
-How do you know you don't? Did she tell you?
"Anyone perfect must by lying."
-Lying? No. Hiding something? Always.
"My life is like all the songs by Dashboard Confessional, The Starting Line and The Ataris put together."
-I see you've made a lifelong membership into my club. Thank you for joining.
"What do you do when the person with all the answers...is the one with the question?"
-I'm asking myself the same question.
Yeah...she'd be a great girlfriend...
Stop expecting change.
He's just a lost cause that you're waiting on.
Take a look around,
You could have anyone.
So leave undeserving him.
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 4:36 PM.3/5/03
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
"The dingo ate my baby!"
You ever had a day when you couldn't stop smiling and lots of awesome songs continually played in your head?
Yeah...today was kinda like that.
In fact, I'm smiling right now. Really really smiling.
Yeah, so I spent all day working on my family tree project. It doesn't look that bad. It even looks like I put some effort into it! Yay!
Eh....ok, so I did the same as usual. Procrastinate then work on it the day before...
I always feel bad though...not because I know I should've worked on it before...but because I'd get an A.
I feel bad that people worked their asses off and I end up getting the same grade as them. Yup, I'm weird like that.
But I'm still smiling!
Anyone else feel stupid for taking the CAHSEE? Not stupid as in...not getting it, but more like insulted for having to take it?
Yeah, didn't think so.
But I'm still smiling!
I'd like to thank you all in advance....for everything.
Hey if you're reading this, call my cell (760-716-6003) and then on my voicemail.......SING A SONG! It's the greatest thing ever!
If I pick up, sing anyways! IT'S GREAT I TELL YOU! GREAT!
Ok, I love you, buh-bye!
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 10:53 PM.3/4/03 (Cont'd.)
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Guys, I did this for about a year, so trust me on this one...
Everyday, go up to a random girl and say to them, "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, but I just had to tell you....you're beautiful." And then walk off like nothing happened. You don't neccessarily have to dig that girl in particular, but hey, its all good. If anything, you'll make their day. And if they look at you in disgust, then you know they're not groovy. I've met a lot of girls this way and made a few um....'friends' so yeah...
I think I'll patent this and make bank! CHA-CHING$!
I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 6:49 PM. 3/4/03
Mmmm...cream soda...
Juss sippin on cream soda....
Some cream soda...cream soda...cream soda, soda, soda
Here's to the girls in the movie theaters that smile at you...
Here's to the girls in the mall food court that smile at you...
Here's to the girls that smile into your car window when cruisin...
Here's to the girls that smile at you from across the hall...
Here's to the girls that always say G*night, G*night...
Here's to the girls that always have something to talk about...
Here's to the girls who are keeping it real...
Here's to the girls who don't put their boyfriends above all else...
Here's to the girls who crush on a daily basis...
Here's to the girls who sing constantly...
Here's to the girls who dance everyday...
Here's to the girls who get them grades...
Here's to the girls who don't get them grades...
Here's to the girls who wear glasses...
Here's to the girls who wear thongs...
Here's to the girls who don't wear thongs...
Here's to the girls who don't smoke...
Here's to the girls who can apprecitae good humor...
Here's to the girls who can appreciate nature...
Here's to the girls who give time to everyone...
Here's to the girls....here's to the girls...here's to the girls...
And here's to the boys...
DRINK UP! OOOOOOWEEE!
Glasses are sexy...beyond sexy.
I'm out (...looking for girls with glasses, haha).
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 4:49 PM.3/2/03
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Girls are pretty.
I'd like to apologize to Kristina, Jasmine, Angie, Nikki, Nick and Jake. I thought maybe I'd get a bar of reception while up in the mountains....I was wrong. So, our conversations got cut Friday evening....sorry about that.
I can't tell you how many times during the retreat that I wanted to talk to someone who didn't have a penis.
Actually, yes I can...about every 15 minutes.
Though, I was lucky to be bunking w/ a grip of cats that I knew. We had some good talks and whatnot. Haha, top ranking would be our 4:00 AM chat on girls and relationships. Yes, once again, I got teased about being a romantist and whatnot. I ripped it up playing cards though, haha.
Now the other souls....another story. Honestly, I'm surprised some of these kids don't hit by cars. Others, you juss wanted to tell them, "For the love of God, stop talking!" and then immediately have an aneurysm and get sent to the nurse. Ok, I'm done being an ass. That was really only about....4 guys. Haha...now I feel bad.
At first, I desperately wanted to be somewhere else. At least I got to see the sunset. But over all, it was fun. Good food too. Not a bad way to spend the weekend.
We went on a hike too. Lemme tell you....the only thing that rivals a girl's beauty is nature's. At night, when you can see the city lights from atop of a mountain.....breathtaking sight. But enough about Nicole...I mean Kristina...I mean Raisa...I mean...nature? Where were we?
Right, so I come home and I take a shower followed by an hour nap interrupted by a phone call 15 minutes into it. Looks like I'm going to the movies. We were going to see Old Skool, but the R wing was being 'guarded' tonight, so we settled for Shanghai Knights because Raisa and Cliff hadn't seen it before. Haha, my 3rd time watching that movie and I still sport a sheepish smile during the 'singing-in-the-rain' fight segment. Said our G*nights and came home. And here I am...watching Blast from the Past, writing and reading Frankenstein.
Hey kids, do you wanna hear a story? I found out I might have a knack for this sort of thing...
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He laid there in his bed, on his back. He had taken in a lot of information today. Even some life-changing advice. But all he could think about was the number 8.
A curvaceous 8....with 2 arms....and 2 legs...a small 0 atop it. With succulent lips....oval eyes of a deep blue. He named the animated number after a good female friend of his.
He dreamt up a classroom full of numbers, reminiscing when he first laid eyes on her. Her 8 sat diagonally across the room, just like he remembered. He had got butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about her....in his vision, gazing at her.
He laughed at himself for taking 3 months before talking to her. She was the nice girl he had perceived. She was everything he'd imagine in perfection. However, he was perfectly old-fashioned and a perfect gentleman.
The definition of a gentleman is a man who goes beyond himself to make everyone around him comfortable. He was known as a sweetheart and a nice guy. So everything he had ever done was assumed to be out of the goodness of his heart when in reality he was subtly hinting his affection for this girl. He reverred her as a lady, not a pirate.
He felt sick and confused. He wondered if she ever felt the same. How she was everything he wanted, everything he needed...everything inside of him that he wished he could be. He said all the right things at exactly the right times but he meant nothing to her....and he didn't know why.
But he then remembered all the good times they had. And all the compliments they exchanged with one another. He thought of the possibilities. He no longer had those butterflies he always got when thinking about her. He now felt warm...huggable...cuddable...all good...
It felt like bedtime.
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I'm out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 9:46 PM.
