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Tuesday, September 23, 20039/23/03
Cute glasses + beautiful smile + dimples = not fair.
Its the formula for my disaster. Multiply with a groovin personality and I'm good as gone.
I'm not a player, I juss crush a lot...
The next cat that tells me that I'm...
A) a P.I.M.P
B) a playa
C) "Mr. Popular"
....I'm going to have to chop. Haha, you juss don't know...
Now give me some sugar! I am your neighbor!
Come on chil'ren. Ain't no need for that.
If I knew where I was, I wouldn't be here.
Cats are getting crazy over Homecoming this year.
Who am I taking to Homecoming? I was thinking my pillow. Its always been there for me. Its the love of my life.
I'm weak because I only need one thing in order to say, "Its all good." But I'm strong in that, at any given moment, I have many reasons to say so.
Am I the only cat who starts playing "The Coffee Song" in my head everytime I enter Mr. Sterling's?
Who da man?! *BAM*
I'm telling: "Don't disturb this groove."
It was groovetastic.
Frankly, it hurt like hell.
Once ya pop, you can't stop.
I'm a 'popper,' not a prince.
Monday night practice was sliick.
We 3 were sporting mad skillz.
I used to be apathetic about it, but now I'm all about it. What happened?
Joe Schmo is such a mean show. And uh...this I know fuh sho? I've never played with snow? This entry pace got hella slow....
You know who else is mean? Lucy, from Peanuts. What a trick...
Being drunk is no excuse for being calsetto.
I haven't written anything in a while. Would you like to be my inspiration?
"Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen't mttaer, the olny thnig thta's iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crorcet ptoision. The rset can be jmbueld and one is stlil able to raed the txet wiohtut dclftfuiiy. "
God loves ugly...
Docking out...
- Ryan: keeping it serene in this scene
Ryan posted this at 10:44 PM.9/20/03
Saturday, September 20, 2003
This post is dedicated to my good friend, El Primero. Live it OoOoWeE, brotha.
Careful when spelling the word 'queen.' If you spell it with an 'ea' instead of the 'ee' its an entirely different word and meaning. Turst me on this one.
I've been nothing but a quiddler in english so on friday I tried my hardest to actually pay attention and whatnot. It almost worked. Dayum....
Its not that I'm picky. Its juss that if I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it.
Holy dayum does she rock that dress. She rocks it so hard that it could be the costume for a superheroine called "Absolutely Delicious Girl."
And when she walks, the wind blows and the angels sing.
Its too cliché, I won't say I'm in [like].
I don't care what you say, everyone has a sense of humor, even God. Just look at the platypus.
I have a new way to make my friends feel better when they feel dumb. I juss tell them, "You're not stupid....Jessica Simpson is stupid."
Holy dayum is that beyond true.
According to my grandma, Bert is going to have 4 kids, Reg will have 2 and I'll be the barren one, with 0 kids.
Supposedley, Rina has to wear some sort of belt, otherwise the baby'll crawl right up into her ribcage.
Its out of control.
Blah gah gah...why am I always digging on girls that I know I won't be seeing on a regular basis?
Now dry your eyes, it can't rain every day. Baby keep smiling. You know the sun is shining.
"Bro, if you want to get plundered, then go for it. Go for that chica. She ain't nothing but a pirate!"
"Isn't she your sister?"
"My point exactly!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : the best part of waking up
Ryan posted this at 10:43 PM.9/11/03
Thursday, September 11, 2003
She asked what was the difference between being 'hot' or being 'cute.' The difference being that a girl who's hot is one that you want to kiss and caress. A girl that is cute is one you want to cuddle with, one who you can tell sweet things to. I couldn't help but think of how she was actually both. It's why she isn't viewed as a pirate or a jazzy broad or some regular girl. Its what makes her lovely.
Told myself since freshman year that I wouldn't have feelings for her. I denied it for a long while.
It didn't exactly work out that way.
I'm passed the overly witty phase. I've entered the shy phase because I've realized what's going down.
I'd like to meet you girl, for a rendezvous. A night of attention focused juss on you. We can do whatever you wanna do. Juss as long as it includes us two.
On a loftier note, I had a mad headache for most the day.
"Hey Ya," "I Like The Way You Move."
Docking out...
-Ryan : you ain't never had a friend like me
Ryan posted this at 8:13 PM.9/9/03
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Pst...pst, hoy!
Let go of your inhibitions. Follow your intuition. Break away from tradition. Let feelings come to a fruition.
I kept my taxi waiting and it docked out, thinking I was no longer interested. I've had my hand in the air for a while as a beacon, hoping that the same one will be drawn to it, much like a lighthouse attracts and brings a boat back to shore.
I'm so beyond scared to look in that direction because I know that if I do, I'll end up admiring her beauty all period.
I've been busy lately turning ink into gold and movement into platinum.
I should close all the schools juss to make the kids smile.
...yeah....so what is the difference between a ho-down, a hoot-a-nanny and a shindig?
Sometimes I wish I could juss bring a recorder to school and record anything I might happen to say/ do from 1st, 5th or 6th period. It would seriously save me a lot of trouble in the witty and funny department for this thing.
It juss wouldn't be a day without Dr. Pepper.
We have this dope li'l head-bobbing dog thingy on the bass amp of our computer sound-system. I wanted to give it a name. Reggie said to name it Bobby ('cause you see, it "bobs"). No, Reggie. No.
Supposedley, girls blink almost twice as much as guys do.
I won't fight with you, but I'll sure as hell fight for you.
I hate having to go to an extra morning practice and then not having the guy who we're originally having it for not come.
But yeah, the set's looking pretty sliick. I have it down and I'm getting some good comments.
Now I juss need to do something about my hair during the performance...
Bounce boo, to the boogie that be. You know I, want you to come boogie with me.
I was busting out and they started to play 'The Stripper.' Sorry ladies, but I'm not a Chip 'N' Dale dancer....at least not for free. Come now! Don't you know?
Tired? Yes, I've been tired lately. But its all good.
No, its not mono this time.
What flaw about myself would I change? Well....sometimes I think I'm juss too dayum sexy. But there are some things you juss cannot change, my friend.
Let them good times keep coming, sucka!
"Romeo and Juliet is a Goddamn timeless template. I saw it set in Ireland with an all female cast and it still worked, one family was all lesbians and one was all dinosaurs. You just can't muck it up. You dab your eyes at the end and wonder what is so wrong about the love of a lesbian for a dinosaur."
Docking out...
-Ryan : life could be a dream, sweetheart (hello, hello again! sh-boom, sh-boom!)
Ryan posted this at 8:14 PM.9/4/03
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Sometimes I feel like that two of us are magnets, the attraction is there but we're constantly flipping on opposite ends so that there's a force between the two of us that stops us from talking to one another. If we're lucky we sometimes hit the same charges and we collide, but ever so briefly.
Every now and then, in the middle of class, I juss sit there and think...think about how close to perfection she truly is. I juss don't understand it how anyone would ever want to bad-mouth her or for that matter, not allow themselves to find out the truth for themselves. That truth being that beyond the amazingly beautiful visage, the cliched hair and that blinding smile, there's a brilliantly talented, funny, intelligent, astonishly benevolent girl who doesn't even need to talk to me to make my day. And the fact that I can tell between the two makes me feel like I'm on a much higher level than the general school population. It gives me a good reason to say, "its all good."
The vending machine ate my dollar. The other vending machine was sold out of Dr. Pepper. The last vending machine?
Let's juss say it blinked at me wrong.
Experiance is juss a label for a person's mistakes.
It seriously annoys me when someone truly believes they know what they're talking about when clearly, they have no grasp on the situation at all. That's about the only thing that annoys me, but its so broad of a pet peeve that it could relate to almost anything, even sleeping.
Stay quiet for an entire day? That's an easy $15, my friend. Now if you said a whole day without Dr. Pepper...
"Because it assumed the position!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : he believes you, but his tommy gun don't, see?
Ryan posted this at 10:17 PM.9/2/03
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Yay! Serious post time because this has been on my mind every now and then for the past 2 weeks...
You know, sometimes I wish I wasn't so blithe and nonchalant about everything. Some might say that I'm lucky to be so optimistic and I would have to agree, but sometimes, I juss wish something bad would happen to me (strange, I know).
I'm a big believer in rolling with the punches or making a sad song better, so I don't really have many problems. Its because of this attitude difference that I can't relate to most people's dilemmas. Ironically, this poses a conflict in me because sometimes I juss don't know what to say when I honestly feel for someone. I'd like to make them feel better, but how could I possibly do so when I haven't been in that position myself?
Unless of course its in the field of romantic angst. No one can touch me in that arena. Lately, I'm always finding myself having affectionate feelings for a girl whose case of interest resides in another boy. In the rare scenario that I do find someone who has reciprocating emotions, it doesn't last very long, resulting in a creeping fling. However, I'm still lounged out in that aspect, not burdening myself with the loneliness as so many others do.
Sometimes I feel like my positive mindset makes people not want to tell me their problems because they feel that by doing so, they might bring me down. Trust me, you won't.
At times, it might seem like I'm stressed or bitter because of some of the comments I make. Really, I'm not. That's juss me spouting out the playful thoughts in my head in a monotone voice from boredom. And juss because I don't feel that I deserve recognition and I always put myself down doesn't mean I hate myself. That's juss my way of keeping me humble because I've seen what an inflated ego can do to some people (that and because I'm the only person who is willing to do so).
I'm not falling down, I'm falling up.
You know that song, "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday?
"The truth / is you could slit my throat / and with my last one gasping breath, I'd aplogize / for bleeding on your shirt."
"If I'm juss bad news, then you're a liar."
Yeah, I trill juss like that cat.
No, I didn't say the glass was half full. I said it was both. So technically I'm a realist, not an optimist.
Embrace the good, fix the bad and model the ugly.
And now that I got that out of the way, I won't have to contemplate it anymore. Clap to that!
Docking out...
-Ryan : would like a raging wind across his sea
Ryan posted this at 10:59 PM.9/1/03
Monday, September 01, 2003
I have another new nickname: "The Guru of Calmness"
My friends, you have serious problems.
Gotta claim APoc, Lounge Out Style and the OoOoWeE Essentials.
I had a dream that I was walking the shore with a lovely love underneath the moonlight. Things got to a going and I found myself rolling around with said lovely love in the dirt and spending a good amount of time making out. All things would have been especially sweet had I not felt bad for getting my date all dirty.
Oops on me.
Lunch can get quite boring sometimes.
I am now the ASB representative person thingy for my 4th period class. Am I proud? No. And hearing that I won by an easy 10 votes didn't make me any prouder.
Is there something wrong in finding the fact that she makes me feel stupid at times sexy?
In Walked Bud.
And then there was one.
You know, I recall a time when girls paid for your favors in kisses.
Whatever happened to the good ol' days?
Whatever happened to the girl that I could talk to for hours?
Whatever happened to the girl that was feeling my groove?
I'm so beyond basorexic but lately I've been beyond xenobombulating.
Ha! And you say I'm not a nerd. Would a nerd know those words? I'm going with a 'no' here.
USA showed Can't Hardly Wait, 10 Things I Hate About You and Bring It On today, one after the other. Yeah, I was happy.
Nothing rhymes with orange.
I don't want to see anyone I know stressed out. If there's anything I could possibly do to make your day, holla at yo boy.
I'm still waiting for the moment that I can save the day.
Yeah, I think I'm going to cut my hair.
What is that doing here?
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He was the type of person that always knew what to say. If there was a way to make your day, he certainly was going to try and do it. He always sported a smile and it made you wonder if there was anything in the world that could possibly bring him down. Needless to say, he didn't have any enemies and even if he did he had enough friends to put that person in check. Highly intelligent, but overly modest. He put up a ridiculous front to dissuade the idea that he had any train of thought.
But anyone could see through this facade because when he wasn't smoothly making conversation or fidgeting in the middle of class from boredom, you could find him in a state of deep contemplation. A relaxed look swept his composition, but you can tell by the way he stared ahead of him that something heavy was on his mind. Or perhaps there wasn't. Maybe it was juss random thinking going on. However, you knew there was something going down in that kid's head.
What could he possibly be thinking? Everyone knew that it clearly wasn't what was happening in class. He already knew what was going on. Perhaps he was breaking down the few bad things that were going on in his life. Disassembling them, portion by portion, finding the best possible way to deal with it all so that he could continue to say that 'it was all good' in the end.
Then again, he wasn't romantically linked so maybe he was daydreaming about a girl. Listing all the qualities that she possessed that he loved. Cogitating on how well the two meshed together. Fashioning a mental happy face as he thought of the way she would turn in his general direction and sport that radiant smile that he cherished so dearly. Poetically piecing together the reasons for his basorexia and need for an osculant encounter.
Or maybe it was both on a higher level. He could have been cerebrating on all of his past actions. Reminiscing of all his previous deeds and the various outcomes that came with them. Conditioning himself to not make the same mistakes again while noting the things that could be done again favorably. This learning process pertaining to conflicts, girls and hell, life in general.
But through it all, you came to one conclusion. Though he possessed an unequaled optimism and an augmented level of thinking, he wasn't any much different. It was this fact that he constantly tried to tell everyone. He felt he didn't deserve all that recognition and praise because he knew that he wasn't trying any harder than the rest of us. And it was because of that mentality that so many had admired him for so long.
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"Where the hell did that come from?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : keeping things copacetic since 1987
Ryan posted this at 6:12 PM.
