gracias a dios por amigos
sobre todo ese amigo en quien pienso...
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
GROSS
I'm not one to write out of emotion. In fact, I think it's deplorable and should be avoided at all costs; but for the sake of my own perpetual contradiction, let me let loose here...
I hate high schoolers. That is truth that I have so recently unturned. Ever since being accepted into college I've felt myself being pulled further and further away from the culture, but nothing has so cut those ties as the current rumor that has spread about me.
I normally don't really pay any heed to rumors, especially if they're about myself. If I do notice them, however, I usually find them to be humorous. But this latest rumor has both offended and infuriated me beyond my normal clairvoyance.
I DO NOT HAVE PROMISCUOUS SEX IN THE BOY'S BATHROOM.
That's so fucking disgusting to suggest that. I hate it. I mean I could take all the other things that were said about me at Rustburg High School, but this is one thing that I will not tolerate. It just shows the idiocy and vulgarity of High Schoolers.
God, when the hell is June gonna be here?
I hate high schoolers. That is truth that I have so recently unturned. Ever since being accepted into college I've felt myself being pulled further and further away from the culture, but nothing has so cut those ties as the current rumor that has spread about me.
I normally don't really pay any heed to rumors, especially if they're about myself. If I do notice them, however, I usually find them to be humorous. But this latest rumor has both offended and infuriated me beyond my normal clairvoyance.
I DO NOT HAVE PROMISCUOUS SEX IN THE BOY'S BATHROOM.
That's so fucking disgusting to suggest that. I hate it. I mean I could take all the other things that were said about me at Rustburg High School, but this is one thing that I will not tolerate. It just shows the idiocy and vulgarity of High Schoolers.
God, when the hell is June gonna be here?
Saturday, January 20, 2007
La Mattinata
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar!
Metti tu anche la veste bianca,
E schiudi l'uscio al tuo cantor!
That's a line a from a popular Italian song called La Mattinata. It says "I stand here dying to sing! Put on your white dress and open you door to your minstrel!". The song is about this wooer crying up to his wooee. He compares her to the sun and asks her to throw open her door and greet him like the dawn.
Ah, that's amore, no? I really am a sucker for that kinda thing.
So I want to warn here anyone that I may fall in love with. I warn you that I'm going to do that to you at least once. I'm going to obnoxiously stand beneath your window and serenade you in classic Italian. I point out that my Italian is not exactly...shall we say... very Andrea Bocelli so it may not be pretty. Also some people may not even like Italian. I mean it's basically Spanish's free-spirited, living-with-parents-still, really slutty brother. It's, if you will, the alcoholic member of the Romance language family (I wouldn't call it the black sheep. That's Romanian. Romanian is the creepy, possibly pedophile uncle of the family, but I digress).
Anyway I intend on doing that because how could I pass up the chance to not do that? It's La Mattinata.
Metti tu anche la veste bianca,
E schiudi l'uscio al tuo cantor!
That's a line a from a popular Italian song called La Mattinata. It says "I stand here dying to sing! Put on your white dress and open you door to your minstrel!". The song is about this wooer crying up to his wooee. He compares her to the sun and asks her to throw open her door and greet him like the dawn.
Ah, that's amore, no? I really am a sucker for that kinda thing.
So I want to warn here anyone that I may fall in love with. I warn you that I'm going to do that to you at least once. I'm going to obnoxiously stand beneath your window and serenade you in classic Italian. I point out that my Italian is not exactly...shall we say... very Andrea Bocelli so it may not be pretty. Also some people may not even like Italian. I mean it's basically Spanish's free-spirited, living-with-parents-still, really slutty brother. It's, if you will, the alcoholic member of the Romance language family (I wouldn't call it the black sheep. That's Romanian. Romanian is the creepy, possibly pedophile uncle of the family, but I digress).
Anyway I intend on doing that because how could I pass up the chance to not do that? It's La Mattinata.
Friday, January 19, 2007
bleh
I bet we've all shared moments where we feel like true martyrs...
Well I am in such a moment but I feel extremely guilty for it. I could never be saint I guess. Not for my lack of faith or desire to be religious, but for my overall cowardess and fear of conflict. I've had something done to me, and I must take the proper steps to take care of it.
But I don't want to, I don't want the conflict. I feel guilty for wanting to take care of it when everyone is telling me it's right thing to do...
Oh, and also...
Have you ever met someone that you want to spend all your waking time with but you know it's impossible for simple reasons?
that sucks too.
Well I am in such a moment but I feel extremely guilty for it. I could never be saint I guess. Not for my lack of faith or desire to be religious, but for my overall cowardess and fear of conflict. I've had something done to me, and I must take the proper steps to take care of it.
But I don't want to, I don't want the conflict. I feel guilty for wanting to take care of it when everyone is telling me it's right thing to do...
Oh, and also...
Have you ever met someone that you want to spend all your waking time with but you know it's impossible for simple reasons?
that sucks too.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Thoughts of Motivation
I suppose I'll just jump into this feet first...
I've noticed that most bloggers occupy their cyberworld sanctuaries with witty tales of everyday occurrences such as a witnessing a Mormon Jew trying to convert a Jehovah witness to Catholicism that often mask deeper philosophical impulses that reek of Postmodernism and often ironic C.S. Lewis influences.
Unfortunately, I have no such anecdotes or even such deep philosophical impulses to really recount here. So I must beg the questions: What exactly am I to write here on this blog? What am I to do with this Internet real-estate that has in the last 30 minutes become part of my terribly hum-drum, yet tragically some-what Romantic life?
Maybe I should write about my resolutions for this year.
Only I have none.
It's not that I think they're stupid or that they're over-rated because we Americans rarely commit to them. I've just never made an effort to make one.
I don't think like that. I don't evaluate my life as a whole ever. Rather I find individual concerns and problems with myself and mope over them quite Byronically for unspecified periods of time (much to the chagrin of my friends who avoid me during my most contemplative moments for fear of being trapped and coerced into listening to me lecture myself about myself). I've never thought to begin a new year with some optimistic goal in mind. Maybe I should. After all, optimism is good for the soul, along with Chicken Noodle Soup.
Maybe that is what I need in my life: resolutions.
That's exactly it. I've found something in all my rambling: I do in fact have a resolution this year...
to make a resolution in the coming years!
Yes, that's right, folks. Jake has his sincere resolution for 2007. He's going to make an effort to find a resolution for 2008. Heck, if I find one, which I am most certain I will, I will begin work on it immediately.
Well, there we go, maybe this blog thing will work out after all.
I've noticed that most bloggers occupy their cyberworld sanctuaries with witty tales of everyday occurrences such as a witnessing a Mormon Jew trying to convert a Jehovah witness to Catholicism that often mask deeper philosophical impulses that reek of Postmodernism and often ironic C.S. Lewis influences.
Unfortunately, I have no such anecdotes or even such deep philosophical impulses to really recount here. So I must beg the questions: What exactly am I to write here on this blog? What am I to do with this Internet real-estate that has in the last 30 minutes become part of my terribly hum-drum, yet tragically some-what Romantic life?
Maybe I should write about my resolutions for this year.
Only I have none.
It's not that I think they're stupid or that they're over-rated because we Americans rarely commit to them. I've just never made an effort to make one.
I don't think like that. I don't evaluate my life as a whole ever. Rather I find individual concerns and problems with myself and mope over them quite Byronically for unspecified periods of time (much to the chagrin of my friends who avoid me during my most contemplative moments for fear of being trapped and coerced into listening to me lecture myself about myself). I've never thought to begin a new year with some optimistic goal in mind. Maybe I should. After all, optimism is good for the soul, along with Chicken Noodle Soup.
Maybe that is what I need in my life: resolutions.
That's exactly it. I've found something in all my rambling: I do in fact have a resolution this year...
to make a resolution in the coming years!
Yes, that's right, folks. Jake has his sincere resolution for 2007. He's going to make an effort to find a resolution for 2008. Heck, if I find one, which I am most certain I will, I will begin work on it immediately.
Well, there we go, maybe this blog thing will work out after all.
First post
Well, I just made one of these because everyone seems to have some form of one. We'll see how it goes...
If I keep this up, I shall be genuinely surprised.
If I keep this up, I shall be genuinely surprised.
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