Sunday, May 30, 2004

 

5.29.04

I'm Ryan Mose.

And my personality shines.

You know, I never noticed how thexy my shadow is.

I'd hit that.

I've always done well with people.

Even when I was little, the neighborhood kid's imaginary friends would come play with me instead.

I found out this weekend that I like diving.

Whether it be to catching a frisbee out of reach, hitting a volleyball that is about to give a point to the other team or juss because I feel like being on the ground.

I like diving.

Speaking of volleyball...

Juss call me Ace.

Holla at this volla!

That is such a groovy song. I refuse to believe it was done by him.

Whenever people ask me if I've lost my mind, the first thing that I think about is, "not all at once. It was a gradual process."

People talk about "the straw that broke the camel's back", but why were you putting that much straw on a camel? Why put any straw on a camel?

What am I missing here?

Hmmsha... I'm one cat that you really don't want cloned.

Clinomania is not my friend, but its starting to crawl its way back into my life.

And juss for the record: I won.

Twice.

I had my first osculant encounter in a long time.

Thank you.

If I could have, I would have stayed with you like that all night long, but you had work tommorow and I didn't want you to get in more trouble than you might have been in.

[preterpluperfect]...

I really only think of you on two occasions.

That's day and night.

Random Adventures:
1)At Jack-In-The-Box we met an interesting fellow who worked there. Lets call him Randy, 'cause that's what his name was. I don't know why, but he juss started talking to all of us. No doubt this cat was down, it'd be fun to juss talk to him every now and then, but I know for certain I wouldn't lounge out with him on a daily basis if he were our age. What I gathered from the conversation was that he never went to college, was lonely, and wished he could go back to the old days. Granted, he never talked about these things because he was too busy busting a groove with Darren, talking about the gangs where he used to live, and mopping the floor.
2)I owned in Hold 'Em. Thank you.

Holy dayum, did I really give her my middle name?

Docking out...
-Ryan : the best part of waking up

Ryan posted this at 3:20 PM.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

 

5.27.04

I'm going to make this post long.

Long.

In hopes that it compensates for lack of updating. =)

And can we all say...

HAPPY BIRFDAY! HAPPY B-DIZZLE! HAPPY 10+7!

to...

THE DAR-REN AND CHESKI!

Well I hope you two had the grooviest of days.

Yes, that is the same Cheski that owes me a oh-so-delicious-that-it-should-be-illegal cheesecake!

So, my friends, the end of the year is burgeoning.

I'm both relieved and saddened.

True, no more work and no more highschool drama.

However, the seniors are graduating and half the "underclassmen" are going to Mission next year.

I'll miss you all, no doubt. But hey, we're going to stay in touch.

Count on it.

Speaking of Mission Hills, I seriously don't like how they're the Grizzlies.

They should have juss listened to me and have been the Mission Hill Bovines. The mascot could have been a milkman and their arenas could have been called the "Slaughterhouses."

Was that too much to ask?

By the way, I made Co-Captain.

And I lowered my cholesterol.

For the record, "P." is my middle name, ok?

I know he has good intentions, he's a good guy, but does he not ruminate over the potential results of his actions ahead of time?

But maybe coming from me, Mr. Ry-Diculously aware, that's too much to ask.

Listening to Sterling's stories makes me want them to have "Critical Thought" as a course again.

And it also makes me wish Franklin wasn't retiring yet.

Respect: its relative.

People have to learn how to roll with the punches and work with what was dealt to you.

Change isn't always a bad thing either.

No matter how far, run for all you're worth.

Its sad to know a person who suffers from lalochezia. I frown knowing that they don't have a better way in which to handle things.

So I proved my point. Although, I was the only know who actually knows what that point was.

Hey, if you're a sexy, albeit, scandalous girlie, could you do me a favor? Next time you're at a party and some sleazy cat is trying to get with you, give him that oh-so-sexy stare and inquire, "Could I ask you a question?"

To which he'll reply, "Bust it!" thinking he's gotten some leverage on you.

That's when you bust out the Trivial Pursuit card and ask him the question and if he doesn't get it, throw the card at him and walk away because you're too good for him.

And then you can tell me alllll about it. =)

Random Adventures:
1)My friends and I get into deep conversations every now and then. Very deep. We had such a conversation on our way back home one day. So we're driving along and we look up. Hmmsha... I've never seen that before, an abandoned highway that's crumbling apart. Looking in its general direction alone made the aged edifice quiver and crackle. Somehow, we found ourselves in Mira Mesa. A part of Mira Mesa I've never been to before. Let me reiterate... a part of Mira Mesa I've never been to before. Luckily, we had plenty of gas to backtrack.
2)I've never been one to go to a neighbor when in need of sugar, and I sure didn't expect anyone else in my neighborhood to do so either. However, I was proven wrong when an lady showed up to my door one day with a Paloma sports bottle asking for ice. It wouldn't have been so strange had the lady not looked like the mama from The Goonies, or the fact that she looked like she was about to cast a hex on me and rob me of all my goodies. Granted, I've also never seen her in my life. What did I learn? You can fit a lot of ice in a Paloma sports bottle.
3)After a specific R&B and Hip Hop concert, I joined my friends in waiting for the entertaining entourage to exit the arena so that we could all get autographs. It was all good until Mr. Combs entered my peripheral vision. So what did I do? Oh nothing, I juss jumped past the set up fence and ran up to the cat formerly known as Puff Daddy. And did you know what I did with my pen and my pad? I cold-cocked P. Diddy right in the face. Specifically in the right temple. And then I comboed straight into a left-handed uppercut on the chin, ending my physical assault with a physical recumbentibus. The crowd cheered and I docked out before his bodyguards could catch me.
4)I was singing one evening with the window open and I suddenly heard, "Its beautiful and everything, but its 12-fucking-45, Pavorotti!" So I stopped.

Ok, so the third one didn't happen, but its a re-occuring dream I have.

I want a happy ending.

I really do.

Docking out...
-Ryan : comes straight out of a movie

Ryan posted this at 11:50 PM.

Saturday, May 22, 2004

 

5.21.04

I'm not more than you need, juss more than you're used to.

And no, I'm not number 1.

I'm number 1, 2, 3, 4 AND 5!

You ever noticed you park in a driveway and drive in a parkway?

So for the last couple days I've been trying to make dolphin noises, and for the first time I'm realizing how difficult this actually is.

It really has been a long while since I've seen Battle Royale and Volcano High.

I have good smelling soap.

We're sharing the drink they call loneliness, but its better than drinking alone.

Ryan, what is wrong with you?

We put so much emphasis on physical beauty that we're afraid to be affected by one of these girl's inner beauty.

Men have this anti-intimacy shield around them that is powered by sarcasm, humor and aversion.

Its a self-preservation thing, you see.

Franklin's retiring and I hate to see him go.

So, I'm on the ballot. Vote for me, I guess. A lot of nominees will say how they're just excited to be in the company of so many other great people.

That's a lie.

Nobody feels that way. I'm funnier than they are and I hear that many of them have said some very unkind things about your mother.

Seriously.

I was doing some things. After a while I decided to stop doing them and take a short break. At the end of the break I started doing the things again.

I haven't been witty lately.

I've been stupid.

But not witty.

If you want witty, look in the archives. The last 2 months haven't really been overly hilarious.

One of these days I'm going to find all my stories and link them so that you cats won't have to continue searching for them.

Random Adventures:
1)At In-N-Out, I exit the bathroom to find that my order has already been called. I go up to the counter and notice there's about fifty-leven other orders already waiting to be picked up. It juss so happens that on that day the lovely girl was working. I asked her which order was mine in which she in turn questioned, "what's your number?"
I juss looked at her with a smile and wink, then pointed and said, "but I've only juss met you!"
2)Our field-trip to the L.A. County Museum of Art experienced a slight detour as the L.A. Country Museum of Art is closed on Wednesdays. Way to plan. We instead went to the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena where another rival school's "homies" tried to "dog" us in their preppy clothing while the girls all swooned and giggled while giving us violating, lustrous glances and stares.

Thank you for reading, suckaaa.

"I'm going to take my dreams and put them in a jar atop my 'fridge. That way, one day, when I have the munchies and I'm looking all over the place for some grub, I'll find it and it'll remind me of what I originally hungered for. When you're that deprived, you think of things on a broader level. That'll cure your damn apathy."

Docking out...
-Ryan : [insert witty notion here]

Ryan posted this at 1:28 AM.

Wednesday, May 19, 2004

 

5.19.04

Sometimes its easy and sometimes its not.

But it progresses, nonetheless.

They're always looking for the fallacy, for the flaw.

They're looking for that one stray piece of string that they hope will unravel the wall if they constantly tug on it.

I'm not really stuck here.

I juss haven't realized it yet.

Realize the bad and use it to appreciate the good.

Dig it.

...You know, she really has no idea how wonderful she is.

Docking out...
-Ryan : AKA "Ice Man"

Ryan posted this at 11:40 PM.

Sunday, May 16, 2004

 

5.15.04

What was I doing up until 8 in the morning?

Waiting for my phone to be done charging.

So that I could check up.

And thinking.

Thinking about you, actually.

Hoping you were okay.

Docking out...
-Ryan : coming to a place near you

Ryan posted this at 1:15 AM.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

 

5/11/04

Ryan is a:
"a right eye dominant pretty cool artist who hopes to rule the world w/ his soothing touch, flight powers and time stopping."

Sounds like me to me.

You. Yes, you. I'm sorry.

I strive not to become juss a statistic.

I still don't have my cheesecake. Un-OoOoWeE, indeedy.

Juss a quick note: do not wear a skirt if it does not accentuate the curve of your hips. Otherwise, its disastrously unattractive.

Note 2: Why, oh why, would you even consider making photon sounds while using the urinal?

You know, you have to have gone there in order to come back.

Don't dwell in the past, yesterday is history. Don't be anxious of the future, tommorow's unknown. However, cherish today, its a gift. That's why we call it the present.

Don't vote for the best candidate but rather the one that'll do the least amount of damage.

You might as well agree with me because I know what I'm talking about.

Most of the time.

And by that I mean the duration of time in which I'm not wrong.

Random adventures of the past two days:
1) Waiting afterschool, a random stranger comes up, pulls out a loosey and asks, "Hey, do you smoke?" To which I replied with an inquisitive look, "Only if I'm on fire, thank you."
2) While checking the mail at 10:45 in the evening, I run into a man doing the same. We get to talking and I mention how I dance. He offers to pay me to teach his daughter, who is somewhere around my age and is fi-i-i-iiine!

"I hate television. I hate it as much as I hate peanuts....but I can't stop eating peanuts." - Orson Welles

Docking out...
-Ryan : lounged out like you oughtta be

Ryan posted this at 11:36 PM.

Sunday, May 09, 2004

 

5/9/04

I think my problem is that I become a friend.

A really good one.

With outside girls, its different. I don't have to see them everyday, so its easier for me to get into that groove of things.

But there's something about local girlies.

No, really, how hard is it to juss go for it?

I've done it numerous times, why am I so reluctant?

We both know it, we juss won't act upon it.

Strange... neither of us are the shy type.

However, to be honest, I'm still recovering from her.

But I know she's nothing like that.

She's better than that.

Docking out...
-Ryan : modest about... life?

Ryan posted this at 7:46 PM.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

 

5/3/04

Hoy hoy!!!

So you can stop asking why I'm OG....

O.G.
-1) (adj) True; original.
-2) (n) Someone who is true to the game, who never sold out.

You cats need to loooooooooounge out [sport arm wave].

What's wrong? I guess you're juss not cool enough, my homie.

Cavalcade, in a word: beyond fun.

Ar-ight, that was technically two, but you cats get the basic foundation of concept.

And it was such a success!

And supposedley, I'm fun to watch! I really want to see the video?

Seriously though, I've never had so much fun dancing for the dance team. They were our last shows of the year and the last shows for the seniors, everything juss felt right.

It was easy to bust out.

Sad thing it is to see the reluctance in the seniors eyes.

You cats are aweshome. Don't forget that.

I juss regret not developing relationships with most of them because granted, I spent more time with that whole team as a whole this year than I have with my friends.

Gargalesthesia, the sensation caused by tickling.

And there is your random, big word for the day.

You're welcome.

Dood, how do snails fight?

Do they smack one another with their eyes?

The AP 11th English and Language exam was cake.

Cheesecake, in fact.

Mmm... cheesecake.

Speaking of cheesecake, Cheski owes me one.

She owes everyone a cheesecake.

Mmm... cheesecake.

The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.

Did you say that my writing is beautiful!?

...oh yeah? Well your FACE is beautiful! HA!

Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.

Its also grody, fo shody.

Brother, can you spare a dime?

No?

You Priest-whore, you.

Docking out...
-Ryan : Caught-22

Ryan posted this at 12:41 AM.

Sunday, May 02, 2004

 

5/2/04

She was right there in front of me.

I wanted to embrace her, to hold her close.

But I didn't.

Docking out...
-Ryan : CHoPper of all AP Exams

Ryan posted this at 11:37 PM.