| I fucking look like Neil |
[Aug. 10th, 2005|06:49 am] |
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So I Was posting some random shit about how incredible I am on some peoples livejournals when I realized I look remarkably like the picture of my good friend neil kadakia... I thinks its somewhere in the ears or nose... or perhaps it is the sadness in his eyes due to the lack of love in his life. I feel like he is looking into the lens with the same eyes which I use to view my life. He came up short in a way that I can associate with because I myself am always falling short of the expectations of those who claim to care about me. I wish I could talk to neil about or similarities... but he seems to be indisposed for the time being. The soulfullness of his eyes remind me of a better time in my life when I thought that someday I would achieve my goals and still viewed the people in the world as worthwhile. I now realize that I was wrong and I fear that Neil is coming to the same conclusion in his life. I hope things get better. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2005|02:17 am] |
Congratulations...You are KATE!! You are Peruvian
and hot. You're really laid-back and fun, and
at times, quite flirty. You have a sweet
sister and both of you are gorgeous. You love
classic movies and classic rock. People like
you for your unique & relaxed personality. You
were once on "The Big Help" with your
sister back when you were about 11. Most of
your friends have seen the tape and still laugh
about it.
Which senior DV speech girl are you??
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| I died |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|02:40 am] |
BLAST FROM THE PAST TIME KIDS.
let me take you back to the good ol' days...
Hit It!
Nah, na na na nah...
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No no we don't die, yes we mul-ti-ply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh!
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Extraordinary, juice like a strawberry
Money to burn baby, all of the time
Cut to fade is me, fade to cut is she
Come juggle with me, I say everytime
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Dial emergency number, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Nah, na na na nah... it's how we do it man
Nah, na na na nah...
Start like a jackrabbit, finish in front of it
On the night is jack , that's it, understand?
I'm the daddy of the mack daddy
His are left in gold, maybe
Ain't no homie gonna play me, top celebrity man
Murderer, I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Excuse me mister officer, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
No no we don't die, yes we mul-ti-ply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, G go, I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go, uh-oh
Ch-ch-chang chang
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Nah, na na na nah... yeah man
Nah, na na na nah...right
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
Big up all crew bow ya, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
I'm the lyrical danger, murderer
Pick up the crew in-a the area, murderer
Still love you like that, murderer
Here comes the Hotstepper
I'm the lyrical gangster
I'm a live in-a me danger
Still love you like that
Hey, da da da da...
Oh my god... so good...
That shit was the JAM when I was nine.
Name that artist!
Andy Don't bother, I know you know |
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[May. 28th, 2005|04:03 am] |
Dasher: Seriously, you have a boyfriend
Kristie: Seriously?
Shyam: Out of boredom? Because the mirror gets old?
Marcella: past... present or future?
Jarv: Dude, you don't have to sleep with me to get your 40 bucks.
Ashley: Sounds like the only way to get you into bed... become gay... I'm on it.
Carly: Can turn something as innocent as the postal service into something obscene... nice hustle.
Dominique: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... seriously?
So apparently, I rock Fellas and Hoes... well... yeah, I got nothing left |
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[May. 28th, 2005|03:57 am] |
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The River rocked. I love the sun and the fun with the friends. I thought being puerto rican I was unable to get sun burnt... or what else is being hispanic good for right? Apparently, You can still get sunburnt. No no, not on the shoulders, face, arms, chest, back... but on the legs. Now, while I think my ricanness gets me out of sunburns in general, I figured if the genetics failed... there would always be the abundance of hair on my legs to keep them shaded... alas, I was incorrect. My shins are BURNT. In order to eradicate this problem, I am going to the river again. Tomorrow, hooray river. Horray hanging out... and hooray arizone for compensating. In addition, Fuck the Police. |
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| Ketchup |
[May. 23rd, 2005|05:04 am] |
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| |  VIC YOU BLOW | ] |
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| | Vic's Alarm clock for 24 minutes.... 25 | ] |
Current Theme: Consistency.
Alright, so I am not dating anyone, blah blah blah the point is... that if it were the case that I had testicles or at least one that was sufficient enough to conjur up the courage to actually speak at girls, I wouldn't. I don't have the emotional groundwork necessary because It has all been exhausted on my friends relational problems. First, Ralston can deep throat... that conversation took a lot out of me, and put a lot into her if you know what I mean.... jk... or AM I? yes, I am, Or am I? Yes. Second, Ralston relationship issues have drained my soul of all of its moderately pleasant attributes. You would think that a consistent conversation about how fucked the world and relationships are would deter someone... but No. It just drains my emotional capacity and makes me envious I am not having relationship problems... except for one... *Obvious* I had about a week straight of emotional bullshit your life is not over and you are better off talk with ralston. Played emtional and conversational ketchup with my other friends for a week, then have had the cycle repeat itself. I don't think I will ever be able to ketchup.
I was playing shyam heads up for 5 dollars no limit and 4 outer'd him to win. It was delicious. During our game I said that a painting or scenery or something was boisterous and realized that it didn't function as a part of the sentence... it didn't check out.
Sometimes I use that thing they taught you in first year algebra... Guess and Check, Plug and Chug, the ol' chew and screw......
Anyway, I do that sometimes in conversation with words instead of numbers. I am divulging a super secret here, so don't use it against me. Sometimes, and in this case, it didn't check out.
For the last week I have been sleeping in Hubbell's room rather than at my house. I like beds more than couches and I like the taste of beer more than I like the smell of pot.
Joe and I are having a halsvies summer, we split the cost of shit and share our money and do all sorts of shit in halsvies form because we are poor and that is how we get trough our empty summers and enjoy ourselves. I like it so far. Also, fuck you, Halvsies checks out.
Saw star wars with 3 super fierce ladies and one that was mediocre.... SLAM DUNK DASHER... I KNOW YOU READ THIS.
Kelley, You are the living end.
I'm spent. Waiting inside for sarah to get back in and tell me why her life is ending so I can go to sleep. I hope it ends soon. Man death would be delicious right now. |
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| Food |
[May. 17th, 2005|03:13 pm] |
I am at Joe's and it is 3pm. This is about the time hunger typically sets in, and it is. I am getting really hungry, only one problem though, Joe is asleep and I dont have a ride to food. I hope he wakes up so we can go to somewhere like, Some Burros... where we will perpetually pun the name and constantly say, hey these sure are SOME BURROS! In addition, Hubbell is in Europe for a month and I am really jealous. To show him up, I am going to take a trip to Baghdad. I bet he had never been to baghdad and seen the sites. In Baghdad they have Miners Diner, Ooompas Grill and Much more.
So, uh, yeah, the desert vista kids are sweet as hell and also, the awards ceremony had some of the most AWKWARD occurances I have ever seen. It was amazing. But I got food and money which pretty much seals the deal. For food and money there is very little I won't do.
P.S. Baghdad, Arizona is what I am talking about. |
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| SOO WRONG YET SOO RIGHT |
[May. 12th, 2005|04:52 pm] |
Your Seduction Style: The Charmer |
You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.
You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.
By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.
And then you've got them exactly where you want them! |
Wow, this ultimately seems incorrect.
Reference, SUCCESS RATE! |
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| Hi |
[May. 10th, 2005|01:04 pm] |
| You scored as Justice (Fairness). Your life is guided by the concept of Fair Justice: Everyone, yourself included, should be rewarded and punished according to the help or harm they cause.
"He who does not punish evil commands it to be done."
--Leonardo da Vinci
“Though force can protect in emergency, only justice, fairness, consideration and cooperation can finally lead men to the dawn of eternal peace.”
--Dwight D. Eisenhower
More info at Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...
Justice (Fairness) | | 90% | Hedonism | | 80% | Existentialism | | 55% | Kantianism | | 50% | Utilitarianism | | 50% | Strong Egoism | | 35% | Apathy | | 20% | Nihilism | | 15% | Divine Command | | 0% | </td>
What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
created with QuizFarm.com |
Dude, the code this shit comes in is sweet as hell.
How baller is it that I am second most likely to be hedonistic.
Kantian would be sweet, but fuck utility. |
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| Hello |
[May. 9th, 2005|05:22 am] |
Neil wrote me today and told me a brief hello and that he is too busy training to continue to post for a while. He however hasn't realized that I have been sucked into this pathetic state of consistent posting without him because there is nothing else to do at 6am. Also, I got a picture of neil finally. Notorious B.I.G. is fucking amazing. He is fat and terrorfying and constantly is rapping about either going to peoples wakes with blood on his shirt or how much of a baller he is in bed. So hilarious. so awesome. Also, I know I have a really long post on my journal... read it. It is the single greatest story in history and I promise you will enjoy it.
READ IT! |
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| Jay-Z |
[May. 7th, 2005|09:02 am] |
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| | Jay-Z "Feelin It" | ] |
So Jay-Z is really good but whenever I have conversations with people about him they talk about the grey album or the black album which is probably his third of fourth best album. "Reasonable Doubt" the album is absolutely amazing. If you think you like Jay-Z or good rather than popular rap you should definitely get that album.
Well, now I am just sort of pissed off. I typically try to fall asleep somewhere between 5 and 11 am. then sleep till its night time because daylight angers me. However, the last 3 days in a row, I have gone to bed at like 4 and been up by 8am. This is really terrible.
P.S. WAX IS FUCKING TERRIBLE. I HATE IT. |
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| hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha |
[May. 6th, 2005|10:19 am] |
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| | HAHAHAHAHA | ] |
the following is the truthful narrative of a particularly tragic event in the life of a young college student. after being informed of the event by a colleague, the story has been independently verified by three reputable sources. warning: the following events are startlingly disturbing but nonetheless they serve as a profound lesson to us all.
our young co-ed's story begins innocently enough. after a rigorous quarter at a local community college she anxiously awaited the upcoming spring break dreaming of sun-kissed release that awaited her.
after arriving at her tropical paradise, she quickly made herself at home in her plush americanized hotel unpacking her clean bottled water and other safeguards in order to protect herself from the dangers and the disease of the beautiful but nonetheless underdeveloped country. little did the innocent girl know that the maladies and miseries of mexico had something more cunning and sinister in the works for her.
as the blistering heat of the day subsided into a mellow and breezy dusk, our unfortunate young women prepared herself for her first night out. she showered, she styled her hair, she did her make up, and she was ready. she thought to herself as she smiled into her mirror "At Last!".
she was enjoying the dancing and drinking but she wished for more. as she sat back enjoying her drink she recalled that during her busy quarter studying communications she had hardly any time for human contact. it seemed almost like a childhood dream to her when a dashing young beau approached her. she giddily thought to herself as they danced and drank together than finally she would be able to blow off some serious steam. she could tell that as the night wound down the alcohol was affecting her judgment but she thought whats the worst that could happen, "He's been sweet to me all night after all."
a little latter that night in a heat of passionate kissing they stumbled into her hotel room. she knew that she was drunk but still she thought to herself "i think this could be something meaningful i really do." as the intensity of the moment overcame them the alcohol, the passion, and devious destiny itself took over. soon they were naked with our young co-ed fellating her new heart-throb.
the next morning when she awoke he was gone, and she was crushed. she thought to herself as her body fought back from the abuse it took last night what a mistake she had made. deep down she held out hope though. she spent the rest of her weekend vacation searching for the boy who had been so nice, so loving to her the last night. as her vacation ended she thought to herself despite the fact the boy had used her it was still a nice break. she reassured herself, "ohh well. . .it was still fun! at least i DID something and i will always cherish it for what it was"
relaxed from all the fun in mexico, our sweet college student returned home and back to the grind of studying communications at the collegiate level. but as the week wore on she noticed each morning that she was developing a rash on her face. what started as a strange tinge of green grew in to an amoebic green coloring splashed around her mouth. she was worried.
the next day she visited her dermatologist a friendly women who consoled our unlucky friend. crying she told her the story. the doctor told her not to worry and prescribed an antibiotic cream and took a sample of the growing rash
as the week continued she put the events out of her mind as the cream appeared to be doing its job. a few days latter she hear a knock on the door. she answered curiously and was met by the steady gaze of a police officer. she grew even more concerned. the officer explained to her that they had been notified of her test results from the doctor. she trembled and fought back tears. the officer insisted on hearing the events which caused this rash. as tears pour down her face she revealed her story with embarrassment. after this outpouring of guilt, the officer gently told the sensitive girl she had what is known as skin necrosis. she gasped thinking, "necrosis...that sounds awful." the truth however was more awful then anything she could imagine. the officer then slowly and carefully explained to her: "Miss, this...this affliction could have happened in only one way. umm...this man you had the...the encounter with most likely...i mean must have had sexual intercourse with an...an embalmed corpse a few days before you met him. i'm very sorry miss...i am truly sorry..and..and if there is anyway we can help you please tell us." he gave her his card.
as she cried and trembled she thought to herself, "what a poor choice......"
(Story retold in its form by One Shyam Nair) |
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| Mallrats |
[May. 6th, 2005|10:09 am] |
I really like the movie Mallrats.
Oh yeah, and the only thing I asked for christmas for 3 years was the jacket that Brodie wears in the movie. However, in retrospect I don't think typing out
17. A nice father
18. The jacket brodie is wearing in the movie Mallrats
19. worth
was very effective.
Yeah I really want that jacket. |
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| hmm |
[May. 5th, 2005|08:30 am] |
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Things you should tell yourself (According to my dad)
Stop using your family as an excuse for sympathy, entitlement, apathy, and motivation all at once. Don't whore them out like your whore yourself out.
Stop trying to fulfill your intellectual void by fucking people dumber than you so you can be the smart one for a change.
Stop lying to yourself. No matter how often you compare yourself to people you know you're better than, you are not nearly at the level you think you are.
Stop valuing your mediocrity by claiming that it is a positive character trait, its that mediocrity that enables you to value the aspects of yourself that make you look pathetic.
Neil. |
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| The Need |
[May. 5th, 2005|08:21 am] |
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Why the fuck does everyone feel the need to talk about productivity. Listen, if you are having esteem issues in terms of whether or not you are productive enough. Comparative analysis wieghs in your favor. Today, I went to bed in the morning and woke up during night. After which I then procded to lose four dollars to shyam in a poker game I have played 3 times ever. Then I went and played poker for 8 hours... Bet your day seems full now. In addition, yesterday was the same, minus the card playing. Yay! (typical response) "yeah and look where you are in life"... check and mate. however, remember this I gained 4 utiles today which means I am way fucking happier than you are so shove it. Also, if you are posting to talk about how productive you feel (saying you were very productive) SHUT THE HELL UP, NO BODY LIKES SOMEONE WHO BRAGS. I just think that people shouldn't expect a certain level of productivity. Be really really productive in one day so you don't have to be for like 3 weeks. That's what I never do, but it sounds valid. Furthermore, Friends, remember that there is someone just like you with significantly less talent getting a lot more out of life... and there is also someone with way more talent getting way less... That is a cliche guarantee that should really not teach you anything... Finally, I used a bunch of transitional words. |
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[May. 1st, 2005|09:57 am] |
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So, before I post this, I concede I am a pansy, lame, stupid, afeminent, or whatever derogatory thing you would like to say... Also, Braun, Trees, sports, punching, arm wrestling, steak and other guyish things (couldn't possibly make up for what I am about to post). I just got done watching the movie the notebook. 1st, I watched it alone... REALLY PATHETIC. 2nd, it may be one of the saddest things I have ever seen in my entire life. It is disgusting how emotionally calloused I can feel at one moment and then moments later be absolutely retarded emotionally. It makes me think of things I probably shouldn't and wouldn't have otherwise... (won't make sense to anyone really)... SO... uh yeah... I am lame... I concede. The notebook is fucking devastating... and goodnight. |
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| Wierd |
[Apr. 27th, 2005|05:26 pm] |
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| | District Sleeps Alone Tonight - If you don't know you suck. | ] |
So, yeah, Rents paid. Got a Job.
I am officially living in bizzaro world. Up is Down, Black is White... however, in this world... I am still incapable of flirting without using hypotheticals. So, if you lived like nearby and we saw each other a lot and there was nobody else that you were interested in and there was a meteor coming to earth to kill everyone, but if you went out with me it would be redirected somewhere else,(because the cosmos is unexplainable) would you date me?
Kyle. |
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| Lame |
[Apr. 25th, 2005|04:56 pm] |
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So last night, We are all partying and what not... I go home and get a phone call from a friend and am like... I know what I will do, I will walk all the fuck way to San Pablo to see her. So I am thinking, hey you know, I will be suave, cool, collected, RETARDEDLY DRUNK. So I show up and am talking to her about random shit and school and she tells me about this class she is having trouble with so I write a fucking paper for her until 5am, and then leave. GOD DAMN I AM LAME! |
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| Friends... |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|05:43 pm] |
Dude, I am not sure about this friends thing. People have added me and I have no idea who they are. Since they are conceding friendship with me however, I feel pot commited to add them as a friend. I am instituting thus a new maxim, if they post on my shit.... they could legitimately be a friend, but if not, they are just trying to boost there ego by having as many friends on livejournal as they can't get in real life. SUCKERS.
KYLE. |
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