sensei_joe

Yeah, i pretty much just now remembered i had one of these. I also just read all my old posts and realized how awesome i really am......... yeah, not really... I'm actually pretty retarded. But that doesn't matter right now. I got to see my aunt from Alaska today. She was once chased by a moose... I know, right? Yeah, I have a feeling that tomorrow I'm going to get to know my computer and the internet more intimately than ever before, considering i have a 15+ page project due wed. and i haven't started... :|... yeah, it sucks. nevertheless... my eyelids grow heavy, and my fingers flaccid... ewwww. alright, i'm audi.

I've discovered my calling. Would anyone care to know what it is? My calling is to find a copy of the game Paper Mario for the N64. That might seem like a trivial calling, but let me assure you, it's not. Paper Mario is probably the closest I've ever come to complete enlightenment, but then somehow I just completely forgot about it for many a year. But now, the memories have stirred to the surface. If anyone could find a copy of Paper Mario and (sell/rent/whatever you want) it to me, I would do something drastic. But in a good way. Piece to my peoples.

My lips are chapped. I like half baked. Not the movie, the ice cream. Ice cream is cold, or cool, if you will. My friends are also cool. Sometimes they can get on my nerves, but that's just because I'm a sleep deprived douchebag most of the time. I don't know what compelled me to write this touching, heart-felt entry, but nothing compelled me not to write it either. So I guess I just chose the path that would kill the most time. I'm satisfied with the result. Anyways, after that whole shebargain of nonsensical malarky, I'ma make like a car and Audi.......




P.S. If anyone thought that I was serious about the Audi thing and was actually saying it because it's bitchin cool, you should just go to hell right now.



P.P.S. Audi's Suck!

Some one hand me a shovel. I need one to help me dig myself just a little bit deeper into this hole. I guess i really shouldn't need one by now, considering tonight gave me sufficient practice in digging myself into holes. sigh... i hate life, and all that jazz. whatev.

I'm really not a douche. Although I feel like I could use a good douching right about now. I'm aware douching is unhealthy, especially, i would assume, for a male, but it would at least be something interesting. It'd probably turn into a pretty good story, too. Today was kind of weird. Nothing happened, really, it just felt weird. I heart the academy is... . They're damn nifty cool. Almost Here is probably my favorite cd at this point. "Will you be the first to tell the neighborhood papers, and all my family and friends who still care?" I love that line. I just really love the cadence and emphasis and whatnot. But nevertheless, I guess I should get going on my shitload of back work for school. Later nigss.

I don't even know what I'm going to talk about, but I figure I have nothing else to do, so I may as well go for it. Blah blah...blah...blah blah... blah.. blah blah blah blah. There, I think that's sufficient for now. Whatever, I wish I could write more, but my heart isn't in it. Laterz.

I'm pretty much dropping AP Physics tomorrow. Yeah, i know. I was thought i could get by with a decent grade if i applied myself. Apparently, i was dead wrong. oh well, i guess i've at least learned that i know my limitations and can accept the fact that if i stay in that class my brain is going to be getting ass rammed every single day of my life. i'm not dedicated enough to learn that crap. oh well... so, my mom stayed on the phone for over three and a half hours today, and we, being the cool family we are, have dial up, so i couldn't get online. i know, i'm so deprived. i'm in kind of a bad mood. i bet it's because i'm continuing my sleepless streak at infinity billion years without a full night's rest. whatev. this is how i choose to live. as if i'm jumping off a cliff... heh, clint. well, i'm going to go watch some of my recently aquired free movie channels... ;) and then sleep. or try to, at least. well... later, or whatever.

well, after yesterday, today was quite welcome. i'm still tired as ass, but it's in a better way. or whatever. yeah, my grandma's funeral was today, and most people would think that should be sad, and i think it should be sad too, but it wasn't really. it was actually very happy. i think everyone else felt the same way, too. it was nice seeing all the relatives on my mom's side also. i've only seen most of them one other time in my life, and they're all really cool. anyways, i also got to see dustin skateboard today, that was interesting, or whatever. ooo, it's storming. i always like storms. i'm going to go sit near the rain. peace to all the homies in the hizzouse. it was a peaceful day. those are always good. anyways, i'm going to go like i said i would three sentences ago. i didn't count how many sentences, i just guessed. it was probably, actually two. but nevertheless.... bye.


I'm gonna send a little rain your way....

So, we played at Central Park today. It didn't make me hate life or anything. No, I didn't think it was THAT bad. I thought the vocals sucked hard, but the music itself was pretty okay. Story of our lives. Oh well, this entire show was completely fucked up, and I'm glad it's over with. In other news, Nick is going balls over face with his tabbing. That never ceases to amaze me every single day of my life. I mean for real, look at this...


-Verse 1-
What makes the rain fall?
Early in the morning
Guess I never thought that it might
Be a little boring
Coming from me I should have
Given you some warning
My questions are pointless
And I make up my own stories

So just don't mind me
I hate the way my hair stands
Contemplating reason
For all your sick stupid plans

-Chorus-
The tide has turned now
Forget the things you thought you knew
Spare me the excuses
Just sit back, and relax, and enjoy the view

-Verse 2-
I dont care about the rain fall
Whenever it falls now
Boredom is the least of all my
Problems that I found out

So please don't hate me
I hate the way your voice sounds
Contemplating reason
For what you're trying to prove now


If anyone reading this doesn't think that's amazing, then I guess the world really has shot to hell.




I was in a horrible mood after the show. Amber helped to cheer me up.
Ugh, I'm so completely exhausted on every level of my being. Sleep is my friend. It's like a best friend that you hang out with all the time, but then you gradually grow apart, and then try and rekindle what you lost. I'm at the stage where I'm hesitantly asking sleep to maybe do something tomorrow, if it isn't already busy with other plans. If anyone knows what I'm talking about; good. Alright, I'm done with this beast. Have a wonderful morning, and in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

Well, well. Here I am, updating for no real reason in particular. At the moment I'm feeling quite inspired. Listening to wonderful music can do that to you. At the moment, the wonderful music I happen to be listening to is a tab by the likes of Nick Gentle. That is one amazing fucker, right there. He never ceases to completely rock my world and severely blow my mind. Anyways... today was interesting, I guess. Not really too much so, but still. I can say it is, and you have to believe me. That's the beauty of it. But I guess it's not worth it to risk losing your trust by lying about it, so I'll be honest. It wasn't really that interesting, but I did get a lot of exercise. More so than I've had since school ended. I went to Nick's for a while. Went and saw Amber at the hotel. Had to sneakily leave the hotel because her boss showed up. Talked with Becky Grant for a while. She's a good man, that Becky Grant. So is Nick. So is Juan, and this other guy from San Francisco. I believe his name was David, or something that started with a 'D'. I can't remember for sure. He had a neat accent. So did Juan. Well, this entry has been sufficiently pointless, but I guess I'm just trying to get in the habit of updating more. Much to all your chagrin, I'm sure. Nevertheless, I don't care. So later nigs.

Hey, everyone. Check this crap out. Central Park. Owatonna. Sunday, August 28th. Be there or be square.

12:00 Aspen
1:00 Forgetful Grace
2:00 Canary Rose
2:45 Something Obsolete
3:35 Brainchild
4:10 Possum Willy
4:45 Thirty Days to Boston
5:15 Burnsville City Limits
6:15 Blacktop Moment
7:00 the Pundits
8:00 Homecoming
8:45 Heavens Floddgate
9:45 Aspen(second set)
10:15 Sandy Zuko and the Triple Action Update(formerly Minor Attributes)

Yeah... pretty bitchin, right?

Alright, I never update this mother, but I'm going to try and start... why for you may ask? Because I have things to say, dammit. Alright, not really, but right now I'm just at the end of my proverbial rope. I hate when people think they're being "deep" and "meaningful" and "not annoying", when in reality, it's just a bunch of phony bologna BS that nobody with half a brain would buy into. I'm not singling any specific person out, because it's not just one specific person who's guilty of the charge. You know, if everyone would just stop trying to be deep and meaningful, I'm sure everyone would end up saying things with way more insight instead of just a bunch of no substance hogwash. I don't know what the hell I'm saying anymore, so I'll be done... for now.

"The world is your oyster."
As I was sitting here feeling mildly insomniatic, I started to think back to the good old days, and that quote stirs up some memories. There is a late-night radio show titled Loveline, which I listened to every single night before I went to bed for three solid years. I haven't listened to it for over a year and a half, and that makes me sad. Adam Carolla is a funny man. Dr. Drew isn't very funny. My computer must be outdated. Everything on it is. Everytime I open a program I get a prompt for a new version of the software. Apprently, if I don't update, I'm at risk for the clap, or some such nonsense. The old version was new at one point, and there were no flaws then. Whatever. I don't know what the hell I'm saying, or why I'm even saying anything at this point. I'm just at the level of tiredness where I can say stupid things and think they aren't stupid. But I guess I'm not there yet, because I know what I'm saying is stupid. Hmm... what-ev. I had a revelation today. It may be a crappy revelation, but it was a revelation nonetheless. I am the designated driver. Take it how you will, but it's the God's honest truth, and if you don't believe it, I'm afraid you can go to hell. I'm listening to a song by Finch called Three Simple Words. I'm not listening to the lyrics, but I would just assume the words are I love you. Three very simple words. They can mean the world to someone. They can make someone undescribably happy, or highly uncomfortable. I guess it all depends on your garments. It was supposed to be so easy by The Streets. Yeah, it's pretty much not a song. Besides being complete nonsense, this post is being completely inspired by various song titles, if you counldn't already tell. I So Hate Consequences. Word relient k, word. I believe beck said it best when he said, "soy blue pantyhose." He didn't really say that, but I always just assumed that's what it said, as opposed to "soy un perdedor," which I believe suits me well. I may not be a loser anymore, but I was the best damn loser to grace these parts for a long damn time. Though pry not as good as Troy. "I am MESSING with you." I need sleep. I think that's pretty evident by my incoherent ramblings to this point. "Sitting on a bed and I'm lying wide awake. There's demons in my head and it's more than I can take. Think I'm on a run, but I think it's kinda weak. Said that all I know is I gotta get away from me." Thank you the offspring. MxPx, Punk Rawk Show... it reminds me of last summer. All I remember about last summer is lots of bike riding with Shad and lots o' time in Wisconsin. I got 99 problems, yo. Yeah, I have a Jay Z on my computer. You know what, I have two. Yeah, that's right. Fuck you all. He gave in again, the bastard. Goddamn, Chevelle powns my face off. At least this song. I don't even care if no one knows what the hell I'm talking about. It's ironic that I'm listening to Thursday on a Tuesday. The thing I shouldn't be trying to do right now is attempting to Maintain Conciousness, but oh well. From this point, I'm just going to include a song title in every sentence. Because that's how few friends I have. All my ability to make sense is Gone. I wish I could sleep more on Sunday Mornings. If I Am making any damn sense at all, please remember drugs are not the answer. I should probably go lay Down. When I do, I should pry turn the Lights Out. Fucking White Wedding. Wow, I don't even care about anything because motherfucking white wedding is playing right now. What the hell is this world coming to? The Future Freaks Me Out. Who knows what the future will hold? Not me, that's for damn sure. I love SoCo. Tonight I watched the lights go out in your house. Wondering how I could get so deep, and you could still get sleep... You're my good feeling. I'm kneeling inside a room, she paints me blue. You're my reason for breathing. Inside a room, she paints me blue again. Yeah, that's good shit right there. FOB! FOBFOBFOB!!! My heart is on my sleeve. Wear it like a bruise or black eye. My badge for weakness. I just realized I haven't eaten for a very long time. I came to this conclusion as my stomach was slowly digesting itself. I am such a little girl for so many reasons. Not only physically, but psychologically as well. Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone. The worst is over, you can have the best of me. We got older, but we're still young. We never grew out of that feeling that we won't give up. I like that. I just ate cereal. I got deperate desires and unadmirable plans. I'm Sean Connery, and that music's not for you laddy, it's for me. I can't spell names, or anything else for that matter. I feel cold. It's pry the milk. Had I been thinking clearly, I would've microwaved my cereal, but alas, I didn't. Alright, If anyone read this far, I'm truly sorry for what I've created. It really never meant to get this out of hand, but now that it has, I still don't care. Home. Is this a quiet place where you should be alone? Is this where the tortured and the troubled find their own? Yes, yes it is. Coheed and Cambria. I have no idea what the hell Coheed is, and I know Cambria isn't another name for Wales, so I'm stumped. But damn they're good. And creepy. But good. Existentialism On Prom Night. SIng like you think no one's listening. I wish you could sing to me right now. Something soft, sad, and delicate, or loud and out of key. Sing me anything. We're glad for what we've got, and done with what we've lost. This is the story of shoe. It's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish. This is how I choose to live, as if I'm jumping off a cliff, knowing that you'll save me. You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done. Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear. God, college is going to kick my ass for so many reasons, but for one in particular. I was just thinking about that for no reason at all. Everything's feeling unclear, and I wish it was raining, becuase I have every beautiful day. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst. To break or burry, or wear as jewlery. Whichever you prefer. I've just been struck by an odd mood, so I'm going to end this before it becomes any more ridiculous. My parting words being, You seem to be the only one to make me feel alright. I feel good when I know you're coming down. I feel good when I know you'll be around. So quit your life and stay with me.










This is my clincher.

Well, it's been a long while since I last updated. Let's see... today was Father's Day, as I'm sure you all know. I went and saw my relatives from Wisconsin who were in town for yesterday and today. That was nifty. I suppose they're mildly interesting. Last night I went to see them with Amber, and my mom was as ridiculous as she always is. I honestly don't understand how that woman has survived as long as she has. She's always so completely in the dark about everything. It's mind boggling, really. Anyways, yesterday Amber got to meet some more of the many many members of the Vasquez family. Tengo una familia grande. I'm trying to go about it in installments, rather than just having them all thrust upon her at once. But yeah, then today my parents and I went out to the farm and saw them off on their long difficult journey home. Then I pretty much just sat quietly and messed around with a guitar I managed to scrounge up. I must not have been very interested in this because I quickly fell asleep to the dulcet tones I apparently produced. I'm told I was very cute, because when I fell asleep, I was still clutching the guitar to my chest. After that we went out to the New China Buffet, and partoke(I know it's not a word, I also don't care) in the delectable delight that is chinese. I must also point out that childofbodom is probably my hero. But I digress. After I had been with my family what they determined to be a sufficient amount, I went to Amber's, and we had a nice time. At the risk of pissing people off, it's always nice just to be with her. I really am so in love with her. That's enough of that for now. Since it has been such a criminally long time since I last updated, I'm trying to think of things that I could recap about... Um... I got flip-flops. They pretty much changed my life. I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet. I guess only time will tell. Yeah... that's about it. Oh the exciting life I lead. But I must say, I think this is the first summer where I've made it this far without getting bored yet. Anyways, piece nigs.


P.S. childofbodom, If you're out there, just know you rocked my world tonight, and it was good.

There are the things I do when I have nothing else to do. Not really, but my interest was piqued by everyone else doing it, so I did what I always do, and jumped on the bandwagon.


Your views are most similar to those of Christianity. Do more research on Christianity and possibly consider being baptized and accepting Jesus, if you aren't already Christian. Christianity is the second of the Abrahamic faiths; it follows Judaism and is followed by Islam. It differs in its belief of Jesus, as not a prophet nor historical figure, but as God in human form. The Holy Trinity is the concept that God takes three forms: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost (sometimes called Holy Spirit). Jesus taught the idea of instead of seeking revenge, one should love his or her neighbors and enemies. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to save humankind and forgive people's sins.

Christianity

83%

Buddhism

71%

Judaism

46%

Islam

38%

Hinduism

38%

Satanism

33%

agnosticism

29%

Paganism

13%

atheism

13%



well... there you go. that's it.

Ironically, I feel in a mild speech writing mood right now, and only one day too late. I thought today was going to follow suit with my past few days and suck used needles, but I was gladly mistaken. I woke up, feeling sick, but I decided that I should try and get to school anyway. What can I say, I'm a trooper. I get to school and I realize that I still haven't done my speech, and it was kind of due today. Well, luckily I brought a box of cereal with me for just such an occasion. How To Properly Eat A Bowl Of Cereal. Quite possibly the greatest topic for a demonstration speech in the history of time. So I ended up doing all the worksheets and the entire outline in the class period before speech. I didn't have time for, nor did I require note cards, so I got up and completely fabricated my whole speech. It was fun. I did a lot of arm waving, pointing, and I think I also made quite a few threats. Like, "If you don't drink the excess milk remaining in the bowl when the cereal is gone, I'll kill you." You know, stuff like that.

After that whole bit, I stayed after school and partook in this biology movie thing with Kendra, Mary, and Meghan. That was mildly interesting. Then a wee bit later, my dear sweet mother and I went out to the good old New China Buffet. Here, we discussed things/Amber. And I guess the plan for Sunday, if you're up to it, is as follows.... hahaha, this is interesting, so I need to build a little suspense.
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Mkay, well I guess, if you want, you could go to church with us, and then we'd go to eat. My parents suggested this in a joking fashion, but I was like, "hey, she might go for that." They were mildly surprised. But anyways... after the dinner discussion-ness, I had my mom take me out driving. My mom is a complete spaz with no depth perception. Not a good combination. But it was surprisingly enjoyable nonetheless. And now, I sit here patiently waiting for Amber to get on the computadora.

So, all in all, it was a surprisingly not bad day. And I'm pretty much spent. Have a wonderful forever. Piece Nigs.

I love dustin. I know, I never thought I'd say it either, but I can't help it. As I already mentioned, today is the worst day ever, and he brought a little bright sunshinyness into it. Also, "Who put you up to this?" - Mr. Hedervare, has also lightened my mood. I don't know. I figure since I have nothing to do I may as well just repeatedly post pointless things in a futile attempt to pass the time. I should really do my demonstration speech sometime, but I'm just not in the mood. I have to give it tomorrow, and I still don't know what to do it on. Oh well, maybe I'll just wing it. Anyways, just had to say I don't hate Dustin, and I don't think I can ever hate him again. I'm kind of bummed about that, but I'll find someone to take his place. I'm out.


Piece Nigs

Well, at the Vasquez residence, we/my mom has been quite riveted to the news as of the past day and a half. And it seems that a little bit ago the pope died. This means that my mom is in a state of distress and she is of course crying her eyes out. I must also point out that I shed a lone tear, because Kendra asked me to. Well, it should be an interesting next few days... except, you know, probably not. Besides the whole pope thing, today has been alright, I suppose. I woke at around noon thirty and went to lunch with my mom. We had much discussion concerning Amber, which was nice. I guess she's finally found it necessary to meet this Amber girl that she's heard so much about, so plans are being made. Yes, that's right. My mom is actually planning on meeting someone I know, and a girl no less. So, that should be a rip-roaring good time. I'm sure Amber and my mother will have a deep meaningful discussion about Catholicism, or something like that. I guess I'm out of things to say, other than, I miss Amber whole bunch, and I would really rather be doing anything other than writing some livejournal entry. So therefore, I'm going to do anything other than writing a livejournal entry. Piece Nigs.

Well, I'm just testing this beast out. I used to have one of these back in the day, but I got too lazy and gave up on it after 2 posts. If that doesn't happen this time also, I'll be greatly surprised. Anyways, since I have the world at my fingertips, I may as well share my plight. As I'm sure everyone knows, today was April Fools Day. If you know my friends, this is not a good thing. As of late, there has been a mild locker war going on between us, and today, this was taken to the next level. I arrived at my locker this morning to find the lock covered in duct tape. "That's cute," I thought, "someone played a joke." I removed the duct tape, and commenced in opening my locker. The door swings open, and to my great shock and dismay, I find myself standing face-to-face with a locker(I know locker's don't have faces. It's just an expression.) that had been painted bright orange. Yeah... orange. So yeah, that was nice. Then later in the day, I left the school to go "chill with the homies", so I left my stuff in my locker. When I returned to gather my possesions, my entire locker was COMPLETELY empty. I had so much stuff jammed into that locker, including a giant tree branch(no, I'm not kidding), and yet all of it managed to vanish without a trace. The only thing remaining in my locker was a garbage can that had been lifted from the boys bathroom. So yeah, that's my first, and probably only LJ entry ever. Good times. Piece nigs.