Monday, April 26, 2004

 

4/26/04

Its hard to celebrate the anniversary of the day you came out of a bloody vagina when half of your friends are going through conflicts.

Seriously, its almost as if I'm one of the only cats that doesn't have drama right now.

How can I think of myself when I'm worried about others' happiness?

Sure, acting a fool could bring some degree or moments of jubilation.

However, I'm looking at the long run.

The greatest B-day gift for me would be juss to see you cats smile.

Genuinely.

So I've postponed my celebration until manana.

Besides, its way too hot to be getting all excited.

I'm sweating like Ravi next to a lovely girl.

Docking out...
-Ryan : Mmm, mmm, BIATCH!

Ryan posted this at 10:08 PM.

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

 

4/21/04

She knows the art of beauty well.

Her eternal canvas her rondure body and angelic face.

She drapes her curves in attention-drawing vestures that sway the minds of admirers, magnetizing all masculine stares into the direction she travels.

Her face, naturally radiant and welcoming is further enhanced from breath-takingly beautiful to stupifyingly goddess-like every morning.

Her tender lips are subtly blanketed to further augment their tender, beckoning appearance.

Shadows applied to her eyes emphasize her gazes from those deep pools of brown hue.

Many long to hold her and affectionately look at her in that special way.

But to do so would be too much beauty at once, equivalent of staring at the sun.

Such consternated fears resemble shyness.

Boys rely on what she gives out.

The glances she gives to those lucky enough are moments deserving celebration.

She is already a classic, a masterpiece to the collection.

All she needs is that frame to wrap its borders around her.

To keep her safe and protected.

To take that happiness and capture it in a single representation to the world.

And she'd title herself: "Taken - Happily Ever After."

(Would you like to adopt this description?! Make your flirations now!)

Docking out...
-Ryan : simpin' ain't easy

Ryan posted this at 11:20 PM.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

 

4/20/04

"Because grades mean a lot to me..."

The way it was said seemed like a beaming invite for comfort.

I have to find a way to make her realize the burden over her mind shouldn't be a burden at all.

I'm tired of seeing cats stress out over school.

Especially the ones who really don't need to with their class grades of eleventy-billion percent.

You people really need to lounge out.

You're out of control.

Don't trip, potatoe chip.

You could fail the final and still get your freakin' A.

Must you really complain that you have a solid A (not trying, mind you) and its slipping when there are others out there who would kill for even a B?

Life isn't all about grades, my friends.

Not at all.

Docking out...
-Ryan : is over prestige like a bridge over water

Ryan posted this at 7:37 PM.

Monday, April 19, 2004

 

4/19/04

I've seen this movie many times.

I know it line by line.

But this time, I wanna press pause and re-evaluate the scene.

I juss want to take time right now and freeze it.

After doing so, I juss want to lounge out.

Take a lil nappy nap.

Get everything worked out and set.

And when everything is copacetic, I'll push play again.

Finish the movie like I always have.

I dig the happy ending.

Docking out...
-Ryan : he understands you more than you think

Ryan posted this at 9:46 PM.

Saturday, April 17, 2004

 

4/17/04

Its hard to write something when the song you're listening to has already summed it up.

So what do you do?

You turn the music off and watch some TV.

And lo and behold, even a 20 second theme-song has summed it up better to you:

She is literally the polaroid of perfection.
She has everything and she'd give it to you in a second.
Looks can deceive, she wears her heart on her sleeve.
And she'll take you away, not juss one day.
Everyday, is an ordinary day.
In her world, she's an ordinary girl.

Clueless beat me out.

Clueless.

And Boogie, nothing happened.

Your cousin's a classy broad, but nothing happened.

Docking...
-Ryan : clueless

Ryan posted this at 11:37 PM.

 

4/16/04

Yesterday was thursday AKA "Dress Sexy Thursday."

However, I woke up late so I juss threw on some sweats and a sweater-- semi-sexy.

I make even scrub look good.

Because, you know, I'm so inherently sexy.

Its annoying when someone under a private number calls you and doesn't leave a message on your voicemail.

To when tease hicks?

That is the question of the day.

Say it out loud 5 times fast.

Therein lies the answer.

=-=-=

One time, a girl I once knew asked me, "Ryan, how do you do it?"

To which I replied, "Hmm? Do what?"

She answered, "Do that thing you do where you make me smile from ear to ear."

I juss looked at her and told her the truth.

"You know, I don't make many people smile that way... What can I say? You bring out the best in me."

She hugged me so hard, I thought she'd crush my lungs and I'd die from oxygen deprivation.

But at the time, I would've been fine with that.

=-=-=

Suppossedley I have a book out entitled "How To Be A Smooth Operator."

Apparently its successfully informative.

I don't recall writing it. I don't even like nor believe in the title.

Oh well. What can you do?

Drink to that.

...

Consistency--

Its what I've been lacking lately.

Honesty--

That's my "big" secret.

Wit--

My other "big" secret.

Intelligence--

Its sexy.

Patience--

I was born with plenty.

Holla at yo' boy.

Docking out...
-Ryan :

Ryan posted this at 12:07 AM.

Monday, April 12, 2004

 

4/12/04

Forget what you heard.

Know me first.

My mentality is buoyantly sporadic.

I can't hold it down.

I can hold it down for others, but I can't for myself.

And my feelings for girls, they bounce, bounce, bounce.

Someone told me that one problem of mine is I offer so much to a girlie that when I leave, they're unmendable.

Too much of me'll kill a girl.

I don't like to think that.

And I'm not picky.

Ok, I might be.

But what would you expect after meeting a good percentage of the breeds out there?

Another problem? I think a lot.

Beyond a lot... let's try outside the box and into other boxes that that particular box might potentially crash into in the future.

But that's how I've become conditioned since 8th grade because I have to be the crafty problem-solver with ingenuity.

I need a balance right now.

A replacement would do juss fine.

A massage wouldn't hurt either.

I'm going to hire a masseuse to come during Sterling's and McNalley's.

We'll see how it goes down.

Docking out...
-Ryan : Gen-I-Us

Ryan posted this at 11:37 PM.

Sunday, April 11, 2004

 

4/11/04

I don't hate school.

I juss think they're hypocrites in certain aspects.

They award intelligence?

No.

They award effort.

That's all grades are.

Effort.

There's plenty of smart cats at the school.

Their problem?

They're lazy and/or procrastinators.

If they had been graded based on a final test surveying their knowledge of the subject only, they'd for sure have A's.

But no, the system integrates a circuit of points based upon even more things such as classwork and homework.

Don't get me wrong, though.

I like school. Its a place of learning and I do indeed learn sometimes.

However, they shouldn't go around saying they award intelligence and knowledge.

They are better off saying they applaud those putting forth the effort.

Sometimes, its not fair for the knowledgeable ones.

Notice, I said knowledgeable and not smart.

There's a difference.

A big one.

Docking out...
-Ryan : knowledgeable, not smart

Ryan posted this at 9:24 PM.

Saturday, April 10, 2004

 

4/9/04

Interesting... I heard this song (Leona Naess - Charm Attack) describes me somewhat.

I really couldn't tell you.

=-=-=

Don't get mad at me when I cordially deny your offer to lounge out.

I might have educational duties to attend to.

Possibly there are errands to run.

I could be working.

Or, perhaps I am working.

You really have no idea the main line of work I am in.

The many problems that I have to contend with and regulate.

The many conflicts affecting many relationships I'm tied into that I constantly have to alleviate.

The plethora of ideas I have to think of in order to keep things flowing in order and jubilation.

I have numerous ordeals near and far that I have to solve.

A network of struggles, a web of issues that force me to perpetually contravene my current direction of travel.

I'm constantly changing my own perspective, evolving my own position, in order to keep things copacetic.

So when I tell you that I have business to take care of, I mean it.

I have business to take care of.

There's no doubt that whenever there's down time, I take it.

Believe that. I'm Ryan Mose.

And you, don't envy me.

The same blessing you're jealous of is the same curse that keeps me bound to the title of "Regulator."

Because you see, sometimes there are situations that need to be compromised.

And sometimes, I'm the only one that can do it.

It never gets any easier but sometimes I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank heaven that the one thing that gives me stress (minimal, mind you) is my biggest stress-reliever.

Call me crazy, but helping people makes me happy.

But I already have a full plate and they never let me finish.

=-=-=

Sometimes I think I have matured way too quickly.

Often, I think that I've become mildly jaded.

I was once described as an anachronism.

Perhaps it wasn't a compliment.

Cheers, suckaduck.

Docking out...
-Ryan : lost in translation

Ryan posted this at 2:32 AM.

Friday, April 09, 2004

 

4/8/04

Cool. Calm. Collected.

I'm an observer.

On top of that, I'm a thinker.

That should answer a lot of questions.

I think.

Everyone I know knows one thing about me everyone else is oblivious to. Get them all together to give you their unique info and you have me in a nutshell.

Correction, get them all together in a nutshell, and you then have me in a nutshell.

I'm here if you need me.

I won't always have the answer, or the things you want to hear.

But I'm willing to listen.

I don't mind if you hate me. These things happen.

But at least have a good reason for it.

Don't look me in the eyes. It'll give away my answer.

But that's not what I'm trying to warn you about.

Don't look me in the eyes, because it'll give me all the answers.

Reposting this for a friend who is too lazy to go looking in the archives:
"Sunset. A sight so beautiful, yet rare for me personally, that everytime I happen to see it, it leaves me breathless and I truly am at a lost for words when my gaze catches it. I find myself having to look away, and peek out of the corner of my eyes lest I want to drown in a state of emollience. However, I frown at the thought that so many others are lucky enough to catch it daily when I cannot. I can't help but think of its power to throw people into a state of tranquility or inspiring some to go beyond their normal circumstances and perhaps, even making some weak in the knees. Its there, everyday... I just miss it."

Sloth. Quiddler. Xenobombulator.

HA!

Am I really elusive?

Docking out...
-Ryan : questionable

Ryan posted this at 12:29 AM.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

 

4/5/04

More often than not I have the perfect thing to say.

'Tis a fallacy.

The most perfect things I save for special conversation.

The many metaphors I conjure, I keep stored for rare occasions.

They're stored, saved for scenarios in which my emotions are backed up in a corner by rival emotions juss as strong.

These communities of words are my only hopes of defense from succumbing to pure infatuation.

They turn that yearning, that desideration, into something concrete, something tangible.

The give title to the definition.

This duration of peace has lasted for long enough.

The elite weaponry has to prove its worth once again.

I'm back in that historical period of wanting combat.

White flags are not necessary and are inconsequential.

The spoils of victory hold no essence without due process of fighting.

In this struggle, there are no casualties.

Only wounds.

I'm awaiting declarations of war.

Docking out...
-Ryan : the groupie in need of a superstar to follow

Ryan posted this at 12:28 AM.

Saturday, April 03, 2004

 

4/2/04

Ask a random person what they think of me.

Ask someone on the dance team what I'm like.

Ask Mr. Sterling for his impression of me.

Ask Ms. McNalley what kind of person I am.

Ask J-Sizzle why she fell for me.

Ask a close friend of mine how I act.

Ask my family in what manner do I conduct myself.

Ask yourself in what light you view me in.

And then ask me my own personal opinion.

The answer?

I really couldn't tell you.

But I can tell you this...

I don't really care.

Juss let it all go.

Its all good.

Docking out...
-Ryan : an enigma

Ryan posted this at 2:07 AM.

Thursday, April 01, 2004

 

4/1/04

It rained today.

I had to restrain myself.

=-=-=

Not long after my birthday one year, you took me on a belated birthday outing.

It was the wee hours of the morning.

The streets were so empty, it was as if we were the only two left on Earth.

The only other presence amongst us was the burgeoning rain.

I took off my jacket, shielding you from the rain as we walked into covered territory.

You laid your head against my shoulder as we listened to the methodical litany of nature, our eyes watching every individual drop.

It began to pour.

You took me by the hand and led me into the street, into the core of the chaotic torrent.

Despite the wetness causing the cotton to suffocate your rondure body, my focus was fixated on your face.

The sporadic nature of your hair in the rain was infatuating.

I was smitten by your gaze, and your face reached mine.

You gave me one of the greatest gifts in a while.

You gave me back my innocence.

When you're warm in the cold rain, you know you have something special going on.

=-=-=

Docking out...
-Ryan : the "Rain-Man"

Ryan posted this at 10:34 PM.