loyola undisputably has the hottest girls on this side of the planet. and with the ratio up to 73% female, how can you go wrong? i wish i could be a freshman again. awhile ago i saw the prettiest indonesian student. diversity, it does a university reaaaal good. hooray for higher education!
in microsoft word's pathetic attempt to simplify document processing, it sure does manage to complicate things out of proportion. by trying to 'automate' certain procedures, all it really does is put a leash on your neck and tie you down, making the amount of time to formulate a standardized style sheet longer by a factor of 5. imagine how many yahoo pool games i could've played! the horror. have i succeeded in complicating a simple task, or has software these days jumped the gun on GIGO by tranforming the machine into a babbling idiot box?
i've no clue why people have managed to press my wrong buttons in rapid succession. one or the other is fine, but crap can only be taken in moderation. times like these, i want to dust off my backpack and look for the next adventure.. and flush the thought of everyone else away.
i was jolted awake this morning by a small critter creeping inside my slightly open lips. as i spew out the crummy little bastard, i realize it was a small shard from my retainer. i don't know if i should be relieved in knowing that it wasn't a live creature, or the thought that my sexy dentists are thousands of miles away on a different continent.
is it safe to piece it back using superglue? i guess someone's telling me it's a bad idea since the tube i had already hardened into acrylic rigor mortis. i want to get a new dentist, but i feel like i'm betraying my old one if i did. oh, i'm such a sap.
so.. you don't even have the common decency to turn your back to talk to me when you're hanging out with your new "friends", don't you? you make me stand behind you like an idiot and don't mind me. what're you trying to prove? i don't care if you're a cool cat now, all i know is i'm quite happy that i never needed to reaffirm myself by paying to have friends, unlike your sorry little ass. i was hoping that you knew better, but you just brought yourself a notch lower. what a sad little schmuck you are.
inside, a light flickers casting your shadow a quivering dance beneath your feet. did you ever notice that any part of your body will never be detached from your shadow, unless you were floating?
amazing in spite of your tiny arms how you managed to have given me the biggest hug that i've ever received. in an instant, i knew that everything that ever really matter in my life can't be found in the mundane world outside the tiny circle of your sweet little embrace. and you know what, you're just so damn adorable. i love you nisey :)
i wish i could dream in color for my every waking moment. talk in poetry, think in song. paint with my mind, speak with my soul. it's always a long day the moment i open my eyes. an even longer one when i close them.
if i had to take serious dibs on a hobby, i'd have to say collecting friends. that would make such an invaluable resource, a natural springboard into other alien things. its like having one wish, and you'd wish for more wishes. if i had a hobby, i'd collect friends so i can be inspired by the things they do as well. anyway what led me to jot this down is that a lot of times i have a specific question floating in my mind that can't be answered by a search engine, and there's a need for me to converse with someone who can fill in the gaps.
although i must say i already do have a diverse set (i mean, look at you. you're weird), for some reason i always feel like its never enough. i want to look at my friends list, my phonebook, and have an inherent search engine waiting at my fingertips. everyone's their own expert for their own quirk. not mere machines, but breathing, thinking souls like mine. pardon the rant, i gotta shape up on my writing. fleeting at best, it doesn't help that my thoughts are hardly even cohesive.
and i'd like to share a few apt parting words from mikko the happy birthday boy: "the whole world conspired for that trip. everyone else will have their own great experience to share. you had yours, share it!" i'm a whore like that. lets share each other's experiences. happy birthday, brah. :)
disturbing. i had just awoken from a vivid dream, involving lots of cockroaches in a frying pan. after awhile, they started to plump up and miraculously transform into juicy orange shrimp, succulently swimming in oil and frying into a golden crisp. what does this mean? ugh.
unedited, sans resizing. took it an hour ago, i'm hoppy with it. quite unexpected, these things.
listening to BC's first album. its giving me flashbacks of my freshman year, having to go through the living hell of a long distance relationship. this disc accompanied me through many lonely nights aplenty, next only to DMB's lillywhite sessions. my, my. those were the days. when will i fall like that again? take your time love, i'm just waiting.
i guess one of the reasons why i'm still unemployed is my exposure to an inane amount of uninspiring moments. i sit here at home staring at a pale lcd, randomly drifting about trying to fill in the voids of an attention span found under the water.
i need to get busy. last night i thought of a new project, involving the construction of a night-light based on the waxen beer glasses i scored in deutscheland. i'll see how that goes. this site, as usual, is an on-going project in the making.
i'm glad andre stayed for a couple of days this week. he gave me a much needed reality check, and unknowingly made me face a direction that has been fogged out of view by my delaying tactics of recent months. i've never been as comfortable with anyone else in discussing nerd fart such as finance and accounting. we all have our own quirks, and i've known this guy long enough to realize that he knows what he's talking about. he shoots the shit straight to you, with no pretensions. it's people like him who make me realize that i want to work, and really work for something aside from just going through the actions.. i feel like we could own the world, if we wanted to.
a random jellybean stuck in the gears; here's a concrete reason why i haven't found a job yet. i'm studying for the funk exam (743k).
show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream she said. the one that makes me laugh she said, and threw her arms around my head.. show me how you do it, and i'll promise you, i'll promise that i'll run away with you..
if you found yourself singing along while reading it, well.. cool. :) i just felt like sharing the moment.
