The Good, The Bad, and The Jewish

10:49am: Because I think this can sum stuff up...
Dear Universe,

Because you believe in being challenging, I, being the trooper I am, try to face your tribulations.

I try and I try. And I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try.









And you know what, Universe? Sometimes, no thanks to you, I succeed.

11:39pm: Because I get bored...
Since I wasn't doing anything important while riding home yesterday, and I was still awake, which is rare, I decided to see how much time I get free from the time my class ends on Thursday to the time it begins on Monday. Turns out I have, more or less, 93 hours and 20 minutes.

In the words of what my bio professor wrote on my Bio final "WOW!" (yeah, I got an A+ on it, so he wrote wow. I framed it.)

1:18pm: Retired
As much as it pained me, I had to retire my old collar. It had been more faithful to me than I to it. It was always there and never complained when it fell, or on the rare occasion that I didn't wear it (either consciously or by mistake). It was an outlet for me to express myself, with just the fact that there were other dogs out there with my same collar, or with the tags showing off what I liked and whom I belonged to. At times, it was a conversation starter, and I appreciated that, as it never really hurts to meet new people. And, if it didn't strike up any conversations, at least it was a scapegoat; if people were looking at me funny, then I "reasoned" that it was because of my collar. My collar made me part of something, after I made it part of me; I took it, personalized it, and made it my own. It has been there with me through some of the best times of my life, and it couldn't come with me to go and start a new school.
It wasn't even my idea to get rid of this one. Slowly, for the past few months, it's started leaving green marks around my neck. This is probably due to the fact that there are little nubs on the inside, that although okay for dogs, are not ideal for humans, as they sweat. I was fine with that, as I could just wash them off. My mother, however, was less than pleased. So she made me stop using it. Now, I have my formal one that I had worn on occasion, since it's only rounded and polished, and instead of any tags, I have my philigree Chai on the D-ring. And there's nothing wrong with it, on formal occasions, but it just doesn't cut it for everyday use. Sure, it got me a compliment, and Jaime likes it better than my other, but that doesn't really matter much; Jaime thinks both my collars look bad, anyway. I happen to have another collar here, but I will need to buy another collar to replace that one. I think I'll be off to Petco sometime in the near future.
Oh, one more thing, I refused to throw out my collar, so I gave it to my father and he wears it on his arm when he's at home.

12:55pm: Full June
I had been meaning to update this thing, really, I have. But every time I want to write, other stuff happens, so no post is made. But I am attempting to go for it now.

I'd like to start by saying congratulations to all the folks who graduated this month, either the 5th, 26th, or today. I'm so proud of y'all. We must really do stuff this summer and just have a good time before we head off to college. Or rather, before you head off to college - I'm staying put right here.

Secondly, the Pride parade was very much fun, and yet, a little disappointing. Chloe and I decided to stand at 49th st. this year, as our logic was that the closer to the start of the parade you were, the more stuff you got. We got there a bit early so we had breakfast, went to Kino and the Nintendo store, and then headed to the parade route. We got good spots in the front row, which was cool. There were a bunch of tourists from like Indiana and stuff who were all like "I've never seen anything like this before... blah blah blah". Right before the parade started, there was a heavy rain, but we won't let it rain on our parade haha. The first thing I noticed is that there was not much cheering. That made me a bit sad, since half the fun is supporting people in the parade by showing your appreciation. So Chloe and I cheered extra loud ^-^. But then Mr. Crabbydouche two people down from me was all like "could you lessen up on the cheering". I was shocked and appalled. Fortunately, he left. I thought maybe because the area was mainly tourists, there was not much enthusiasm. Also, it was my first year up there, so I was just not used to the ambiance and attitude. But when it ended 3.5 hrs later, I got a call from my parents who were at 15th st. so I decided to catch the end of the parade again down there (perhaps I would get more stuff). So I got there and the attitude was dead there, too. I was like "what the damn shit is this?" (not really, that's just an expression that Trinidadians use to show surprise/shattered expectations). Oh well, I cheered as loud as I could to make up for the lack of enthusiasm. Cheering and being all energetic got me a few perks, like a sticker and extra waves and stuff. Plus, at 15th st, some ppl had seen me previously and they gave an extra hello and smile and stuff. I had a few favorites, like the Svedka float that replaced the Altoids one from last year in my book. But more enjoyable than the floats, there were these two adorable guys who were wearing short shorts with phone numbers on the back. I decided to call the one with the green shorts. He was surprised and didn't know where I was (I was two people away from him). So it was overall pretty fun.

Ok, I'll stop rambling now.

10:01pm: What a day...
Huzzah! I'm in college, bitches! Holla back, younguns, w00t w00t! John Jay College of Criminal Justice, here I come! *Squee*.

Sorry, I've been like that all day. Then I hung out with Alex and Chloe, after I went to JJay, since apparently they had my address wrong and I should've found out sooner that I was in. Oh well. Plus, I'm exempt from taking the reading and writing placement tests and only need to do the math one (apparently a semester grade of "D" scares them a bit) on April 27th. But yeah, Alex now has a leather coat like mine, courtesoy of me, since he was cold and stuff, I decided to get it for him. Then we walked from 23rd and Lex to 59 th and 8th. It was fun, but a total bust... though Pax was fun (and the conversations interesting).

But I'm mad burnt out, so I'm gonna head to bed, like now (or in a few minutes... whichever suits me better)

6:55pm: Volumes and volumes...
Of GetBackers and FullMetal Alchemist.

In Japanese.

I love when ppl leave stuff behind ^-^.

12:18am: Home
I want to go home... where ever that may be



And I need to do it fast.

10:01am: 10 Best reasons Gay Marriage is wrong:
My mother actually said the bolded ones:

1. Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4. Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6. Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9. Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Re-post this if you believe love makes a marriage.

5:48pm: Shi'damn... it's been a while.
I haven't truly updated in a while. No loss, really. If y'all really cared about what was going on, then you would know already, no?

Anyway, it's officially winter break, and my college fate is in the hands of my counselor. Marine bio will be ending soon, and I've got mixed feelings about that: I'll miss the dissections, but I'm sure as hell glad to be done with the drawings. Only four academic classes in a few weeks! Woo!

Speqaking of drawing, I am a master of the stick figures, and I really don't mean to brag but seriously, it's just amazing, you can't front. I also have to give props to my Chu Chu Kitty for the animating of it. I think I should do professional stick figures portraits; make obese people feel pretty good about themselves, either that or depressed as all get out at the inaccuracies. I think I'll make a couple more icons, why not.

As the year comes to a close, I look back and realize how much people and things can change. I miss the old days, like in late 10th and early 11th. Those were the best; even earlier this year, I was much more relaxed, composed, and just enjoying everything. Now, I take a step back and realize something's amiss, just with how many people I no longer have contact with. I've used only a fraction of the wrapping paper than I did last year, and to me, that's kinda sad. It's not like I mean to have no contact with these people, it's more like they are ignoring me. I hate being ignored. Oh well, I guess I should perk up, for it could always be worse: I could be a slutty, loose, pregnant chick.

9:41pm: OMG! Tyler!
Tyler Maynard is back, bitches! And I'm gonna go see him.
Well, he's almost back; he returns January 9, and the world's excited!

More on this later.

2:45pm: I'm sorry... but then again, that's the story of my life
I'm sorry for being an inadequate friend. At least, that's the only reason that I can think of for our lack of communication. I miss us hanging out, and I don't quite know what I did to mess things up, but whatever it is, I am willing to make amends. I am feeling really torn up inside at the separation and that we are not as close as we used to be. Maybe you've moved on to a new friend, and I'm no longer necessary; if that is the way it is, so be it, but at least have the decency to tell me. I am not saying you are the one at fault here, it never is anyone but me. It's just that this has happened to me before, and I thought that my friendship would mean something more to you. Guess I was wrong. I could understand being distant for a few days, a week, even. But this has been much longer than that, and it hurts. If it really is me, please, tell me, I need to know how to change my ways, or even if they are changeable. I know I seem needy, but such is my nature. Please forgive me for any and everything that I have done to upset you.


P.S.- the sad part (sad being pathetic) about this apology post is that you won't even see it, or if you do, you won't care.

9:41pm: I've not been very good... more than y'all will ever know...
So first off, I haven't updated in a really long time. Although if you haven't been part of my daily life and had any desire to know what I was up to, you probably would've asked. But at any rate, I went to Otakon 2005 for all three days with my Fru Fru Puppy and my Chu Chu Kitty. It was a lot of fun, and just hanging out with them over the summer was a lot of fun. I've offically seen Altar Boyz 8 times, and I told David I'd go and see him in "Slut," as little as I want t see it. My hair is straight again, and Ryan said he liked it ^_____^. Looooooove Ryan; he's my boy forever. I'm not with Loca anymore, if I haven't already told you- she had too much love for the cock, but she did decide to keep it in the family. She told me when I got back from Otakon that she and Jaime decided to hook up. At least she was honest. We're still friends, and I see her often, no hard feelings or anything. I didn't do everything I wanted to this summer, but I did other things that I didn't think I would, so I guess it balances out. I'm going to a BBQ tomorrow, probably jumping up on the Parkway on Monday at the Labor Day Parade (if anyone wants to join me, call me... it's lots of fun), and have huge plans for Tuesday; I'll be making individual calls about that.

That's about all I can remember off-hand for now. If anything, I can always make another post.


P.S. I was tagged by Kiyo a while back and have been yet to do this so:
1. Go into your LJ’s archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

"But if I've learned one thing from liking people, it's that it always works out somehow, someway. Not necessairly for me, but it works out for someone."

and I tag... screw it, if ya wanna do it, then feel free, go ahead.

6:59pm: *Feral Scream from the deepest, darkest corners of my soul*
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DEEP LONG GROWL*


And it just doesn't end!!!

9:53am: SPRING'S HERE!!!!!!!
YAY!!!! *does little rain dance* I'm so super happy! Does anyone know why? That's right! It's spring! How can I tell? Not just by the calendar, or by Dayna's allergies, but by the wonderful weather we're having (sans the snow), and the pussy willows! The weather is absolutely perfect, I think I'm gonna go for a walk in the lovely rain. And I'll adopt my annual pussy willow. I love Spring.

5:05pm: Put your playlist on shuffle. Pick the first 25 songs that come up and add "In my pants" to the title:

Clocks In My Pants
Days Go By In My Pants
Barbie Girl In My Pants
I’ll Make Love To You In My Pants
Gangsta Love In My Pants
Praise You In My Pants
Get Through This In My Pants
Please Forgive Me In My Pants
Seven Nation Army In My Pants
Drive In My Pants
Millennium In My Pants
They’re Coming To Take Me Away In My Pants
Let’s Get Retarded In My Pants
The Bad Touch In My Pants
We’re in Heaven (techno remix)In My Pants
Just Lose It In My Pants
Blade Theme Techno Remix In My Pants
All Around The World In My Pants
My Immortal In My Pants
Losing My Religion In My Pants
Flower In My Pants
Boost Mobile In My Pants
Shiny Happy People In My Pants
Jesus Walks In My Pants
Everyone Has AIDS In My Pants


Oh, and HAPPY PURIM!!!!!

11:14pm: And the highlights of this week...
Mon: Day one. Worked out pretty well, despite the presence of other people. I also reminded me of how many damn mirrors there are. Curses, how I hate mirrors.

Tues: Day two after fencing. Extremely empty. Not a soul was present and I wasn't listening to music. Unfortunately, that led to thinking. Bah.

Wed: Didn't happen. Felt like crap, so I walked Dayna to community service, walked along 8th Ave. from 19th to 29th St. down to 3rd Ave, waited in front of a store for an hour for my mom, finally got to go into the store finding out they had nothing in my size, then took the bus up to 60th st and 5th Ave. and walked down to 55th and 5th. Went around H&M, got on the bus to 14th st, then got home. All of this while carrying hefty bags on my shoulder/back.

Thurs: Day three/four after fencing again. Most people say just the fencing is enough. Then again, I'm not most people. Heard about a tournament I can't go to and found out my exact weight. But I did get the newest BExBOY GOLD, so there was a high point. Then I waited for mommy again. Same as yesterday in H&M and beyond.

Fri: HAPPY BRTHDAY CLARK!!!!!! ^____^ I got to hang out with Chloe, Darren, and said Bday boy, so I was pleased. But I still felt sick.

Sat: "Why won't I feel better?" one of the many questions I asked myself today, alongf with "why do I always question myself when I know the answer full well/will never know the answer?"

Oh, and my mind has (unfortunately) somehow forged into a one-track mind. I'm speechless.

3:30pm: Ariel + Dayna = Jesus?
Me: I'm reading about water!
Dayna: I'm reading about wine! Put us both together and you've got Jesus!


Ah yes, the things you discover while reading articles in French.

9:25pm: Oh, Hypnocil, why can't you real?
I'm sick of dreaming. I don't want to dream anymore. Not good ones. Not bad ones. Not anything. I feel I would be better off that way. For if I continue dreaming, I fear I may start to hate it...

2:43pm: MMMM... Stable internet connection...
Haha, yeah, it's sad that the only way I can update is in school because I have a crap ass wireless internet connection. Anywho, as it has been a while, I just write the main stuff (a.k.a. the stuff I can remember).

First off, Happy New Year! (Well, better late than never, right?)

...Then a whole bunch of school (but no more babysitting)...

Then V.V.'s party it was fun! Yay! And thank you for the Pocky, it is quite yummy and I shall bring in some for all of us to share

Currently, more school...

Plans: See previous entry, courtesy of Dayna
Doing my stupid history reading
Laundry, and other things that I hate...


Hope to see you all real soon, and Dayna, feel Better! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




GO! I'm waiting....

9:53am: My lappytop's fixed! And now, it's wireless...
I had a blizazast at Chloe's party yesterday. It rocked the hizzouze. I hope you feel better Zack. I got some really kick ass gifts. Thanks for them all ^___^. Oh, I came in second in the fencing tournament on Sunday:

1st bout: Lost 4-5
2nd bout: Won 5-3
3rd bout: Won 5-4
4th bout: Lost 3-5
5th bout: Lost 0-5

1st direct elim.: Won 15-13
2nd direct elim.: Won 15-14
3rd direct elim.: Lost 7(?)-15


And finally, I punched a boiling hot potato and burned the knuckle of my middle finger. That rivals the stupidity of chugging a pixie stick, but the chugging is potentially fatal, so I may stupid, but not that stupid...

7:12pm: True Talent
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P.S. I'm Sorry. I'm sorry for being me. I'm sorry for being the way I am. I'm sorry for being able to destroy one of the rare sit down and have dinner as a family by being the messed up person "with my own problems". I'm sorry for making my daddy leave. I'm sorry I wasn't a better person by the time my daddy got back. In fact, I don't think I can be sorry enough.

7:38pm: Finally! I can update!
Since it's been a while, I'll skip to the main parts:

Sun the 14th: First off, Happy birthday, Pixie! Then I had a kick ass party at Jekyll and Hyde's, If I do say so myself. I had so many good friends there, and thanks to all of you, I had the birthday ever. After the party, I got to go on one of those round bike things around Times Square with Christina and Pixie! It was crazy fun. I reccommend it to everyone.

Mon the 15th: For all the times I got injured (grade wise, emotionally, and physically, as well) I will pretend it didn't exist.

Tues the 16th: Hurray! I'm officially 16!!!! Yay! I got a portable MP3/DVD/CD player for my birthday, in addition to the party that I had on Sun. My p[arents rock so hard (well, mommy, sometimes and daddy all the time.

Thurs the 18th: Happy birthday Zack! 18! W00T!



And Now: I'm rushed as usual...

2:14pm: Super Quick from a Super Jew
The Highlights:
Sat: 1 month Aniversary! YAY!! Went to Cntrl. Park (Manhattan). Was supposedly in Prospect Park (Brooklyn). Teeheehee.
Mon: Pimped out in purple. I matched to the max. Backpack (black&purple), skirt(black), top(purple), tights (purple), boots (black), collar (black&silver) jewelry(silver).
Tues: I. BEAT. DAVID. NEWMAN!!!!!!!! HUZZAH!!! VICTOIRE!!!!!!! I also got a bruise from fencing him b/c he hits hard. Little Scrotom-sucker.
Wed: Ran into Pixie!!! Wishes come true every 15 yrs!

And now... I will try to finish my hw and e-mail all that good jazz




(it ain't happenin)


AAS

11:05pm: School= No Update Time
Fri: First (1/2) day of school. Afetrwards went to Chinatown with Chloe, Zack, Dayna, and Steve. Dim sum, and bubble tea, which are always good. Then Zack and Chloe went uptown and I chilled with Steve and Dayna. We went to a store, someplace... can't remember, it's been too long. Then I had to go home because of Jewishness.
Sunday: Dayna's BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! YAY! Dim sum then movies with Chloe and Dayna. "Without a Paddle". It was good.
Monday: the first full day of school, but I did meet up with Pixie afterwards! Yay!
Tuesday and Wednesday: more school.
Friday through Saturday night: Jewish holidays, Rosh Hashanna then Shabbos as usual.
Monday: school, followed by community service, followed by babysitting, followed by train screwups.
Tuesday: School, fencing, babysitting, more train screwups.
Wednesday: School, clubs, babysitting.
Thursday: School, firedrill, fencing, babysitting
QOTD: "I can't feel my balls"- Clark
Fri: School, B&N for Pixie's gift, home for the fast... total food in-take: tuna wrap@1, small cookie@4
Sat: no food till 8...

11:22am: It's a monkey... Star Wars Monkey!
( I learned how to use an lj-cut! )