Bread and Jam for Dinner [because protein is only for looks.]

2007-09-30T21:27:00.000-07:00

Truthfulness- I favor any skepsis to which I may reply: "Let us try it!" But I no longer wish to hear anything of all those things and questions that do not permit any experiment. This is the limit of my "truthfulness"; for there courage has lost it's right.

2007-08-25T20:48:00.000-07:00

As of August 23, 2007.
210 Pounds. Inches: Arms; 16. Chest; 45. Waist, 39. Hips, 53. Thigh, 29.

2007-08-20T19:20:00.001-07:00

A joke:

A man goes to the doctor. He says that he is extremely depressed, that life seems harsh and cruel. He says that he feels alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. The doctor says; "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That ought to pick you up."

The man then bursts into tears.

He says. "But doctor...I am Pagliacci."

2007-08-19T07:51:00.000-07:00

Last night was that beacon of calm nostalgia and hope that every person should turn to when they feel themselves falling into what can only be described as a depression. Not the clinical sort wherein there is some sort of rhyme or reason related to chemical imbalances, and whiny teenagers wanting validation. But the sort that manifests out of any number of pre existing emotions and causes one to fear leaving their bed, let alone house without someone holding their hand.

Though there were not stars, it was one of the clearest nights I've had in nearly a month and a half. Something about the water at two in the morning, an old friend, and tea can alleviate that though, and it is for all purposes; a miraculous equation.

I had forgotten about this damnable thing until Julie reminded me of it, and considering my livejournal has lost all favor with myself. I turn to this, as I seem to do at the unhappy start of every new school year.

2006-05-08T22:10:00.000-07:00

Paint parties, are for friends.
Fumes, make everyone happy.
Aqua, is good to dance to.
Coram Diner, sucks.

2006-04-08T22:25:00.000-07:00

I can’t look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And I won’t listen to their words
’cause I like
Birds
I don’t care for walkin’ downtown
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, I like
Birds
If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on
I can’t stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it’s alright if you act like a turd
’cause I like
Birds
If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on
If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on.

2006-03-22T19:16:00.000-08:00

You could shove a burning spiked dildo up my ass and it wouldn't compare to tonight. Getting my wisdom teeth removed was the most atrocious experience of my entire life.. I scared the nurses.Aside from the pain of them shoving me with the IVs twice on both hands since apparently my veins are fucked up, I apparently vomitted which I don't remember.. But..even worse is that I came off the anasthesia as he was working...So I started freaking out, screaming and crying hysterically. I felt him taking out the teeth and sewing me back up. I heard the heart monitor and it sounded like I was having a heart attack, all of them were freaking out. Two of the nurses actually were talking about needing to go out and get a drink because of me. I had a nervous breakdown because I do badly enough with just going to the hospital, it even too like 15 minutes of sweet air before they were able to start tapping me, he knew ahead of time...On the lighter note he did prescribe me Percoset, which he never does, but I am gung ho against Vicodin, and I think I scared him enough that he was able to make an exception.

The most annoying part is the pain, the lack of ability to eat, and the fact that he threw out my teeth when I wanted them.

Grr...I'm just hoping I don't end up bruised and squirrel faced.

2006-03-21T20:43:00.000-08:00

Sitting in a Walgreen's parking lot the most ingenius, inspiring thought comes to my mind.

Russell's Stover's Chocolate Easter Eggs represent the human race.

It does! I'm telling you, when you think about the diversity of flavours and textures to choose from you can just embody the entire population of New York, from the gooey sticky tartness of a Raspberry Whip, you know, that dark and dramatic; vaguely whild..To the nicer, fluffy sweetness of the Strawberry Marshmallow...and it'[s cousin..vanilla....AND WHAT CAN BE SAID OF THE CHOCOLATE BROWNIE TRUFFLE EGG!? The dark, gothy conterpart to all of it's Eastery-pastell goodness that just rebels in it's dense, rich, overwhelming darkness....Smothering, and passionate, and deathly to arteries at least. Not that it really adds to up to my favourite egg, the Peanut Butter, which is a creamy consistency than that of Reese's, warm, and homey....like a mother, like warm buttered toast, or the most perfect embrace you can think of.

And yet, despite this diversity of feeling and all surrounding perfection...they all look the same on the outside, they're completely unreadable when unwrapped...

Easter Candy is the end all, it encompasses everybody...Even you know...the people that don't celebrate the rebirth of Jesus as an egg shitting bunny.

The anatomy of Peeps to come later..possibly.

2006-03-11T07:13:00.000-08:00

My entire floor was covered in split peas. O finally cleaned it up and washed it.
My room is now clean.
I should invest in new batteries for my camera so I can start a photo blog too.
It'd probably just be pictures of my idiot cat.

2006-03-10T01:04:00.000-08:00

What? What are you trying to say to me, huh? No....no I did not say you could lick my face, stop looking so dissappointed..........WHAT!? What is it you want, stop looking at melike that, I don't even know what you're looking at...Your eyes are pointed at two separate walls in the room. You really can't be cute when you're eight feet long, you're like a go cart.. Like a Mario Cart? Laughing. He'd make the sounds. Or a giant black twinkie...with a tail. God! now look, you've hurt his feelings, apologize to him...I said apologize to the idiot.

Point One. No Suit. Point Two. No flying, I don't want to see him flying. And Point Three. We need a giant spider in the third act...

2006-02-21T21:59:00.000-08:00

Dearest Alice found herself lost again in the woods, brambles pulling at her hair, and lemon rinds at her feet. Not a sign to guide her.

Despite paradise the girl couldn't help but feel heavy pangs of loneliness. Dull and festering up from the very pits of her stomach like rising bile. Unstable and taunting. Surrounded by the pure balmy blackness, of citrus sweet air, the blue glow of false company..the hum of crickets provided the only back drop to the symphony of clicking keys.

The only real connection she felt was to the heavily smooth, cold pearls that rolled in her hand as if a rosary or ikon. Or a map out of the thick darkness of the forest.

But aside from this inanimate object, that dangled gleamingly from her fingers there was nothing but blackness, and the flashing headers of ignored windows. And what could be described as the vague shrivelling of ones heart...something thought unfair when one was surrounded by so much good at one moment.

Prayers went unanswered once again.
It was a feeble attempt to ask anything of the bored clockmaker.

2006-02-11T09:42:00.000-08:00

The valentine's day post.

"You're radishing."
"Nothing is butter than you and me."
"Water you waiting for, be my Valentine."
"Lettuce be together."
"I know this might sound CORNy but you're golden."
"You're a real peach."
"I'm in a real jam, will you be my Valentine?"
"You make my knees feel like jelly."
"I've got a beef to pick with you, you stole my heart."
"I've bean waiting for someone like you."
"I'm nuts for you."
"I love you berry much."
"You drive me bananas."

2006-02-05T22:57:00.000-08:00

Blogger is systematically deleting stuff from my blog.

Is a conspiracy theory afoot?

2006-01-31T19:50:00.000-08:00

I had the most marvelous ravioli last night.

The filling was shrimp, asparagus and goat cheese. The pasta was hand cut and cooked perfectly. And as if it couldn't be an better? The sauce was a creamy garlic, with sauteed crimini mushrooms, real lump crab meat, and more goat cheese.

It was possibly the most wonderful thing I've ever eaten.

In other words, I had a rather hostile dinner tonight due to the presence of an unwanted sibling.
The better sister is listening to Dream Street. This much amuses me.

2006-01-28T12:05:00.000-08:00

Today starts the better eating part of my school resolution.

As of today, I've eaten a bowl of mostly vegatarian, home made chili. And a tin of blackberries.

I don't plan on eating anything else until I get out of work tonight and go to Quiznos with Face.

2006-01-26T09:03:00.000-08:00

I've met the Scholzie of Stonybrook.
He's wonderful.
I have some hope this bad 'sci-fi movie waiting to happen' of a school.
I might even stay.

2006-01-24T23:35:00.000-08:00

My ovaries are currently trying to kill each other.

2006-01-19T10:46:00.000-08:00

Orientation today, met a nice French chick, George took me around. Most importantly I made my schedule. Thankfully there is only one class that I had to take that I didn't want to; which is Pre-Calc, but it's supposedly a joke; and a necessity for graduation from any SUNY school; so I figured French Cinema can wait for now.

Monday:
10:40-11:35 Sexuality in Literature; HUM 123; Melville Library W0512

11:45-12:40 Art History 1400-Post Mod; ARK 102; Staller Center 3218

12:40-3:50 Foundations in Drawing; ARS 154; Staller Cwnter 4218

6:50 -8:10 Applications of Pre-Calculus; AMS 101; Humanities New 3017

Wednesday:
10:40-11:35 Sexuality in Literature; HUM 123; Melville Library W0512

11:45-12:40 Art History 1400-Post Mod; ARK 102; Staller Center 3218

12:40-3:50 Foundations in Drawing; ARS 154; Staller Cwnter 4218

6:50 -8:10 Applications of Pre-Calculus; AMS 101; Humanities New 3017

Thursday:
9:50 - 11:10 Arts, Cultures, and Humanities Seminar; ACH 102; Tabler Cafe 107

Friday:
9:35-10:30 Art History 1400-Post Mod Recitation.

10:40-11:35 Sexuality in Literature Recitation.

2006-01-18T12:11:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning and stepped on a Godiva raspberry truffle, and got it stuck between my toes.

I felt like Andy Warhol.

2006-01-17T10:11:00.000-08:00

There is a perfect peace found in a pure, white, round teapot. That's still steaming with Safflower Tea, and an equally perfect teacup, plain and rounded painted light turquoise.

It's the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.
I just worry for when the tea runs out.

2006-01-16T13:29:00.000-08:00

I have a livejournal that I enjoy very much. The only problem with it, is that so many people know me on it. It became less of a place to put my thoughts, and more of a scrapbook and things to make myself and others laugh.

Unfortunately, I can't write much in them without offending someone or another. Depressing isn't it?

So Joseph told me to make a blog. In which I would document my day to day experiences while attending college late, a semester behind my peers. Because of a very long story with a very stupid ending.

So this blog will be honest.
It will be minimal.
And for the most part, it will be for me.