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19 August 2007 @ 10:24 pm

I feel as if I'm going mad.

Life. It can be quite a confusing, ever-changing and fulfilling thing. Trying to definte "life" is one of the most difficult tasks one can attempt. That is why I'm going to avoid attempting such a difficult thing, and rather rant on and on about the changes that are about to occur in my own personal realm.

College, more specifically NCC, is right around the corner. I enter into a world anew in a week's time. Am I frightened? No, I wouldn't say so. I think a more appropriate term would be "wary". I'm wary of what my future holds, and slightly nervous as to the repercussions of my future actions. Every time I think of the subject, questions, thoughts and concerns race through my mind. Thoughts so fast that I only catch a glimpse, much like some sort of vehicle on a drag strip, and can never seem to delve any deeper. A glimpse is all I see. A mere utterance is all I hear. My life seems as if it's traveling at Mach 3, while I struggle to catch up, traveling a lack-luster Mach 1.

At times, I feel as if I'm going mad; unable to grasp reality. However, as I type this a story -- often considered non-sense literature -- comes to mind. It's a story about a girl named Alice and her adventures in a place called Wonderland (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland).

"'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'Or you wouldn't have come here.'"

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I must not be the only one experiencing these feelings -- at least, I hope I'm not the only one. We're all "mad" right now. The problem isn't that I feel as if I'm going insane, rather it's that I feel as if I shouldn't. I should be at this current time. If I didn't feel the way I do, then I would be an outcast of sorts. We're all supposed to feel this way, and we all do.

"We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad."
-The Cat from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

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28 July 2007 @ 05:15 am

5 AM Ramblings.

It's now 5:15 in the AM, and I am sitting here on Adam's computer typing, simply because I have nothing better to do.

5:16 in the AM and I still have nothing better to do. I'm not tired nor am I in anyway interested in sleeping tonight.

It's 5:17 in the AM and I'm getting hungry for some reason. This is despite the fact that I already had a bunch of food from Burger King, stopped at McDonald's for apple pies, went to Taco Bell at about midnight, and made a quick stop at Redner's for a bunch of shit.

5:19 and I continue to type this bullshit for no reason. Who reads this shit anyway? Does anyone read this shit? What the fuck do I have this for if no one reads it? At least Adam's still making me laugh, even though I probably won't sleep tonight.

5:20 flashes on the screen, replacing its predecessor of 5:19. Nathan has to wake up in 25 minutes to go to work, and he really hasn't slept yet despite trying. Sucks for him. I told him he shouldn't even bother to try sleeping because it would be futile, and so far I appear to be right.

5:21 and I have to stop this shit. Maybe I'll try to get a few hours of sleep before waking up, going out to eat, and running amuck for the day. Maybe I'll just say "fuck it" and wait it out, functioning on 0 hours of sleep tomorrow. It's not like I haven't done it before.

5:23 and I'm ending these shenanigans. I'm no longer going to ramble on for no reason. I'm off to possibly sleep, or to stay up till about 9 when I go eat. Tootles.

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21 June 2007 @ 04:58 pm

Usually when things have gone this far, people seem to disappear...

Well it has been quite some time since I've last updated this blog o' mine. Not much has really changed since the last time. I'm still single. Still enjoyin' life. And still a chronic masturbator (You see, no one reads this so no one will be offended by that, nor will they laugh and get the joke. You must read a joke to get a joke).

Two main things have happened though. Graduation has come and gone, and I've received my diploma in the process. High school is officially over for me, and to be honest I'm gonna miss it just a wee-bit.

However, the other main thing that has occurred is that I registered for classes at NCC. I'm currently scheduled for English I, College Algebra, Speech Communications, Intro to Psych, and a Vietnam history class. The greatest thing about it all is that my earliest class is 930 (INGRISH), and everything else is after noon. So I will definitely be sleepin' in a lot.

Since I last updated I've been gettin' into a lot of new music groups. The Kooks, The Klaxons, Biffy Clyro, Rodrigo y Gabriela, and Peter, Bjorn & John being the main ones. I definitely dig the Klaxons the most though, with their dance/punk sound classified as New Rave -- since they are heavily influenced by the sound of the 1990s rave scene in both the US and UK. I recommend any and all of the aforementioned groups to anyone who enjoys some good tunes. Their styles definitely come in a wide variety, but that's the great thing about music.

Also, I've picked up two DVDs in recent weeks. Those being the WWE Ladder Match set, which was good for what it was but nothing mind blowing, and the Hulk Hogan Anthology, which I'm currently watching. Hogan gets a lot of shit for not being a great wrestler, which he's not. What he is though, is a great entertainer. I remember just being enthralled as a kid whenever I'd watch old WWF (not E) wrestling. Hogan holds an audience in the palm of his hand and makes you love him. That's not an easy thing to do, and half the people who shit on him most likely couldn't do what he does and has done for almost 30 years. To this day, whenever he makes a comeback, he enthralls me. He's not a great wrestler, no, and there are a lot of better ones out there. However, he's an interesting and exciting character that captivates an audience, not with flashy or fancy moves, but with sheer charisma and presence. Even if you're not a wrestling fan, you still know the name Hulk Hogan. He's the only guy who can claim such an honor.

All right, well now that I finished my rant about Hogan, I'm gonna be peacin'. Off to Starter's (possibly) to watch the NBA draft, eat some good food, and hit on the hott waitresses. Tootles.

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26 April 2007 @ 04:10 pm

The Future Holds Much for You, Youngin'.

Birthday. Prom. Chikara. Graduation. FUCK!

What you just read would be a general rundown of the major events in the upcoming months, followed promptly by my mental psyche. Now that "Fuck!" is both a "Fuck this sucks!", and a "Fuck yes, this rocks!".

The birthday and Chikara are simply "Fuck yes!", whereas the other two are a little of both.

Prom is going to be a damn fun time, however I still have to figure out what I'm doing after. The festivities truely begin after, as we all know. However, I digress. You see, I personally plan on going to Seaside Heights for the night and following day, however my friends are a little iffy. I need to convince them to give me a solid "yes" within the next few days, so I can book a hotel -- being that I'm the responsible and mature one. Once I complete that, then it'll all be "Fuck yes!".

Graduation is truely an amazing thing. My high school career will officially come to a close. I am retiring from high school. That's the "Fuck yes!", the upcoming is the "Fuck this sucks!". Graduation usually signifies the end of one part of a person's life, and the beginning of another. Well, I sort of don't want this part to end. I'm enjoying it quite frankly. I never thought I'd really say that about high school, but damn it, I am. DON'T END! You hear me high school?

I think every high school graduate has the thought of "Am I ready for college?". Well I'm happy to say that I am ready for college. That however, is not the issue. The issue is that "I don't exactly want to go to college." High school at this point is just too easy, and too enjoyable. It's going to be hard to let go. Somehow I'll find away. Afterall, I'm still going to be living at home next year. NCC is right down the road. I'll probably end up visiting my old humble abode of Nazareth Area High School at some point, if not more than once. I mean I have to go back and see all my underclassmen friends -- like J. Ceebs, Mini-Me, Ramzi, Kelli, Emilia, etc... I have to go visit the teachers who actually had an impact on me -- like Marky Mark, Honsel, and the Cunninghams. So in just a short month or so I will be saying "Farewell" to high school. However, it's not a permanent thing. I'll be back at some point. I will leave you with a "goodbye" and a slight frown, and return with a smile.

Ah who the fuck am I kidding? GOODBYE HIGH SCHOOL! HOORAY COLLEGE!

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11 March 2007 @ 12:22 am

Momma Sold My Childhood at the Garage Sale

Ever wonder what happened to your favorite toy as a child? Whether it be a G.I. Joe or a Transformer or a Barbie Doll or Teddy Ruxpin, one has to wonder where it went. For some, it's located in the shed, the attic, the basement, or even the garage. For me, some little Asian boy is sitting on his living room floor, in a state thousands of miles from here, playing with my childhood favorite. It almost brings a tear to my eye thinking of the fact that I no longer have my Transformers action figures, or my WWF toys, or even my Matchbox cars. What's valuable though? The actual object, or the memories you have of it?

I can remember racing my Matchbox cars all around the house. Upstairs and downstairs. Around furniture and on it. Anywhere and everywhere. I can remember flying my Transformers every place possible. Up and down. Around and on. Anywhere and everywhere. I can remember smashing my WWF figures throughout my home. Up, down, around, on, and anywhere else imaginable.

Those memories are now skewed however. Haunted, if you will, by the fact that nearly all of these objects of my love were sold. They were sold in the year of '96, at a garage sale. My family was moving from our home in Valley Stream, Long Island, to an unknown abyss. That abyss -- which quickly turned into a prison -- was a state called Pennsylvania, and more specifically a town called Nazareth. Now the fact that these inanimate objects were sold is not the source of said haunting. No, my friends. The source of trouble is the fact that these tokens of affection were probably sold for a grand total of less than 50 bucks. How can you put a price on love? How can you put such a low, measly price on love? That is what brings a tear to my eye. Not the objects themselves, because let's face it, if I had them now, I wouldn't do shit with them.

"Objects or memories?" The age old question of, "Which is more important?". To be honest, I would say neither. What is important, is the price paid for those memories. I'd pay thousands to cleanse and purge my mind of the haunting image. Instead, a monstrous 50 bucks was paid for my childhood. If they paid a little bit more, maybe they could have gotten my imagination thrown in for free.

Ask me a question. Any question you'd like. BUT, you had better make it a good one.

I couldn't quite make out your question, but to me it sounded like "Who's my first true love?". To be honest, it's not a who, but rather a what. That what being my childhood. A 50 dollar bill.

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28 February 2007 @ 08:59 pm

I promised to post some of my writing the other day. So here it is l'il chil'en. I haven't worked on this in awhile, but plan on picking it up again. It's a short story tentatively title "The Field". It focuses on a young boy, living in a small town, named Bryan. Bryan and his friends always play baseball at the aforementioned field. However, there's a prison located right by the baseball diamond, in the same corn field. Bryan somehow begins talking to a prisoner within the confines of the building. The story then focuses on the relationship built between the two. Any criticism is appreciated.

I
THE FIELD

Hey guys! Wait up!

I pedaled my bike as fast as I could to catch up with the guys. We were on our way to The Field to play some baseball. It was like every other day. You see, there’s this cornfield in our town. Well there are a lot of cornfields in our town, but this one was special. It had a baseball diamond, or as we all called it The Field, cut right into it. It was a lot like that movie where the guy has to build the field for the players to come. And when they finally do, they walk right out of the corn, almost appearing out of thin air. It was like that, except no one appeared out of nowhere. What was it called? Anyway.

Guys, let’s get the teams set up quick. We only have a few hours to play.

That’s Jack Harris. He’s the oldest kid, so naturally he was always in charge. He was a pain in the ass though. Always bossing us little kids around, telling us what to do. All in all, he was a dick. But hey, we needed people to actually be able to play games, so we had to suffer.

All right. I’ll take Bill, Chris, Zach, Mark, Johnny, and...I guess you’ll do, Bryan.

Great. I’m stuck on the asshole’s team. Let me guess. I’m playing the outfield?

...take Third Base, and Johnny and Bryan take outfield.

II
I HATE THE OUTFIELD

Two outs guys! Let’s get this one and go home! It’s gettin’ dark.

What’s the score? I’ve almost begin to lose consciousness out here. Oh, who cares. Just one more out and we win. That’s all we need.

CRACK!

You’ve got to be kidding me. The ball was headed right towards me. A pop fly; easy out.

Just put your glove up Bryan and catch it. It’s that simple.

But I just couldn’t think straight. There was something else on my mind; something I’d been noticing and thinking about this entire game. Who builds a baseball field right by a prison? You see, The Field isn’t the only thing cut out of the corn. There’s a giant, brick building, enclosed by fencing and barbed wire and guards. A prison. Here. In our town. By our Field. In one of the many corn fields.

Bryan! What the hell are you doing?! Throw the ball in! They’re gonna score.

Shit! I just had to daydream, didn’t I?

Johnny!

Shouting his name isn’t going to help if I throw the ball 20 feet to his right. And throwing the ball 20 feet to his right isn’t going to stop the other team from scoring.

Bryan, you dumb ass! What were you doing? Thanks to you, they won. Come on, man. You gotta pay attention.

I’m sorry Jake. I was just busy thinking...

Well this is baseball, not a time to daydream.

I hate the outfield.

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27 February 2007 @ 10:46 pm

So I've been writing a lot lately, and as usual, I'm working on about 6 different things at once. That's just how I am though. I need to bounce back and forth. I just came up with an idea for a play that I'll be working on a lot now, which is heavily inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "Masque of the Red Death". I'm still working on my graphic novel-styled serial killer story. And I'm going to once again begin working on adapting my brother's short story entitled "Father Marcus".

Maybe within the next few days I'll post an excerpt from something. If I do, any criticism is appreciated, as I'm always looking to improve my writing.

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Current Music: Scarborough Fair - Simon & Garfunkel

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18 February 2007 @ 04:21 pm

Bitch Gon' Die!

Numerous times -- and by numerous, I mean twice -- I thought I was going to have to throw down on Friday night. I'll get to that in just a minute though.

So Friday finally came, and has now gone. It started off quite well, with a two hour delay. More sleep always makes me happy. When I got to school my day just got better with each passing moment. Not only was CHIKARA nearing with every second, but my first two classes were jokes. This was due to the fact that neither Chassard or crazy-ass Madame were in. So for my first two classes I didn't do shit. Economics I took a test, so that was another easy class. And then I always end the day with Film. I must say that Annie Hall was a great movie.

After school I came home and got a bite to eat, before heading out to CHIKARA. D. Mack drove the van since there were 6 of us. We just beat the rush at Crossroad's and got seated right away. The food as usual was damn good. Because we beat the rush though, we were ready to head to CHIKARA way too early. The doors opened at 7, and it was only 6:30ish. So we decided to see if the thrift store was open. Lo and behold, it was not. So instead the Dollar General had to feel our wrath. After aimlessly browsing for a good 20 minutes, and then buying 5 bucks worth of candy, we headed back down the road toward CHIKARA Kingdom.

When we finally reached our royal destination we vacated our automobile, and left it in hindsight as we walked toward the gates of the castle. We ascended the stairs and joined the flock of nerds, dorks, dimwits, and fans alike. 7 o'clock rolled around, and still we were standing outside. A lady came out and proceeded to sell everyone tickets as we lay in wait. Mr. Leonard F. Chikarason, himself, came out and told us we'd have to wait due to various reasons. After another good 15 minutes of waiting, Quack came out to try to calm us down. He told us that some people were still absent but there was no reason we couldn't join him inside. So we went in, found a nice set of seats, and just chilled.

At last, the show started -- about a half hour late. Many notations can be made about the show. Robbie Ellis is slighty crazy, yet amazing. 2.0 = AMAZING! American Balloon had the biggest rack on a dude or woman I've ever seen, and it was absoluetly disgusting. Dino's gay antics and flirtations with random people at the bar was hilarious. CHEECH & Cloudy were awesome as usual. USApe has Monkey Aids but did not die from it, as he was present at the show. Los Ice Creams were hilarious as usual. As well as Claudio wearing an Ice Cream mask and trying to dance. I had no clue people from Switzerland had no rythm. KUDO, MIYAWAKI, and Yago were awesome as usual. Everything Yago did looked like it killed. However, for days, maybe even weeks, I shall be haunted by the sound and image of MIYAWAKI's headbutt. Never in my life have I heard such a sickening thud, and seen blood pour from a crack in a man's skull.

BITCH GON' DIE PART ONE...
So mid-way through the show, D. Mack and I head to the van so Doug can get something. Now in Hellertown there's no parking lot, or really any place to park. One must park on a side street in front of someone's house, as well there are only side streets and houses in Hellertown. So we're parked in front of this house, which is a perfectly legal thing to do. Well the guy who's house we're parked in front of is moving his car from his driveway to an open spot in front of his neighbor's house. When he realizes we're the ones parked in front of his house he proceeds to say "Oh, you're the one that took my spot. I was gonna leave a nice note on your car." D. Mack being the gentlemen he is apologizes and offers to move. The guy refuses and goes in his house, being all prick-like. I, however, have not said word-one to this douche. In my head I'm thinking, "First of all prick, it's a public roadway. It's not illegal for us to park in front of your house. It may be your house, but that does not mean you automatically get the spot out front. Second of all douche, we're not blocking your driveway, walkway, or anything of the sort. We are not obstructing anything in anyway. Thirdly, why the fuck did you pull your Benz out of your driveway and park it in the street anyway?" This guy pissed me off to no end, because he was a dick over such a miniscule thing. Just chill out mother fucker. We'll be gone in an hour anyway.

Waffle House bound we are. I love the Waffle House. Cheap food, and good food. Hell, it's food, therefore I love it. However, this was the first time I've ever had trouble with the service there.

BITCH GON' DIE PART DEUX...
So it's about 12:30 now, and Waffle House is quite busy. There are only two people taking orders -- a cute girl and this dude -- and there's only one cook -- this hilarious black guy. Well, we get the dude taking our order. All is well and good so far. The cook is cooking food for about 20-plus people now, and is understandably rushing back and forth. In the process he accidentally burns my waffles along with Brad's. Whatever, he just takes 'em off, throws them away and puts more batter on. Well 5 minutes later they're burnt again. Once again, I understand the fact that he's trying to keep tabs on everything. Well, my douchebag waiter -- if you can call him that -- proceeds to put more batter on and cooks more waffles as the cook is busy with other things. He gives Brad his waffles, and I guess forgets about mine and burns them -- which I did not notice or realize at the time. 10 minutes later, I still have no waffles and he hands me the check. I proceed to say "Hey man, I hate to be a pain in the ass, but I'm still waiting on my 2 waffles." He proceeds to sigh, piss and moan, turn around and mumble under his breath "Why didn't you fucking tell me that when I was makin' the other ones." I don't know fuckhead, maybe it's because I didn't realize you burned my waffles AGAIN because you were too busy counting up how much money in tips you were making tonight. So you know what douche, since you're so worried about your tip, you ain't fucking gettin' one from me. Next time, don't be such an ass. I realize it's almost 1, but the girl and cook are being polite and having fun. Maybe you should try it. Fucking douchebag.

Besides the two part Bitch Gon' Die series, it was very enjoyable night. Food was good -- except for service -- and the show was amazing. All in all, another great night at CHIKARA.

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13 February 2007 @ 10:43 pm

Today. A day that I would classify as being an absolute fucking masterpiece. Today was the epitome of what everyday should be like. I will give you the rundown, this way everyone realizes I'm not crazy -- actually I am, thus why today was awesome.

First things first. It started out normal. Waking up early. School. Fucking French. But oh was French forever changed. "Here is the announcement you've all been waiting for. School will be dismissed today at 11:45 AM" That announcement was promptly followed by a robot-dance and my rendition of "Mr. Roboto". But you just wait. It gets better.

Now I'm thinking, "Sweet. Now I get to go home and chill." However, those plans changed drastically. I get word that Brad is looking to go out to lunch, so I proceed to stand by his car -- much like an annoying fucking bug buzzing around your face. "Yo Brad. You want to go to lunch?"

"Yeah let's go." Wegman's. Pizza. The crew. Retarded employees. Good times were had. Especially with the retarded employee. Now let me go on a tangent here for a second. If anyone says that I am being rude by calling these people "retarded", I will proceed to walk a mudhole of knowledge in your ass. Let me educate you assholes. This guy was MENTALLY RETARDED. He was not "Mentally Challenged". "Mentally Challenged" was a term created by politically correct little bitches. Well I'm sorry, I'm not politically correct -- I'm scientifically correct. Here's where the knowledge comes in. Mentally Retarded is an official science term. Said term applies to any person who suffers from some sort of mental retardation -- do you see where the word "retard" comes from now? So don't patronize me about the fact that I'm politically incorect. First of all you dicks. No I'm not politically correct. Secondly, you're the one who is wrong because there is nothing wrong with using a scientific term. You bitches just decided to make "retard" into something negative, rather than a simple term to describe a mental handicap.

Now that I got that out of my system, let me continue on. After Wegman's we went to Starbucks. Why? Simply put, because Brad was driving. Whenever Brad's driving we end up at Starbucks. At this point the crew has dwindled from about 9 to 4. The remaining 4 being Brad, XJ, Listi, and myself. After chilling at Starbucks for a little we decide to go the thrift store. Easton here we come.

Why did we go to the thrift store? Simply put, because I was present. Whenever I'm involved, so is a thrift store. After browsing awhile and deciding to pick up another new vest, we stumble upon an ugly ass brown couch. However, this couch is a diamond hidden in a shit pile. Why? Because it's only 90 fucking cents. Thats why. I proceed to call Honsel and see if he wants it. He says sure but I have to figure out how to get it to his house. "Fuck, this might be a problem."

Down to Dunkin' Donuts to eat and call everyone we know with a truck, SUV, or van. Finally, Roy -- bless that child -- says he'll do it. So Roy meets at the thrift store and we purchase the couch. We also make another purchase as well. A rocking orange chair. This chair = the shit. A total purchase price of... $5.20

So we load everything up and get the convoy rolling. We get to Honsel's house and he just laughs at us because we have an entire fucking convoy for a couch and chair. We throw it all in his garage and he tells me that his wife called him to tell him to clean out the garage. This way she could pull her car in just incase it snows. Well, looks like that isn't happening now because there's a giant couch in the middle of the garage. We depart from Honsel's and go to Giant and the Good Sheppherd thrift store because we needed something else to do. We finally depart from there and I come home.

Relaxation at last.

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13 February 2007 @ 09:44 pm

Side note - If you haven't noticed there is no "Past" topic today. Simply because I don't live in the past, so fuck it.

Friday cometh. This Friday the party begins anew. That's right. CHIKARA makes its triumphant return after an almost 4 month absence. And guess who will be there in Hellertown? Mwah. Along with a bunch of other people. Some new to the CHIKARA-world. This Friday is going to be the absolute shit however. I cannot wait. Crossroads. CHIKARA. Waffle House. Random shopping at midnight.

But wait. There's more CHIKARA news for this section. They are holding a contest. The contest being that you get to design your own wrestler. Name. Character. Appearance. Etc. Then in May the winning entry will debut when Create-A-Wrestler takes on his new persona. I don't know about you, but I think this contest is just begging for an entry from the Nazareth crew. I'm going to have to talk to Jessel and brainstorm a little.

Well all right. I burnt myself out with the "Present" section. So I am finished. Enjoy my ramblings. And if you don't than you can go fuck yourself, because this isn't a mandatory read. Peace.

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24 December 2006 @ 12:17 am

I love the newspaper. . .

So I'm going to post a short portion of an article I read in USA Today while at Wegman's the other day. Let's hope you all get the irony. Enjoy.

"Mexican Army Invades Pot Plantations

Troops raze drug fields in President's war on traffickers.

Lazaro Cardenas, Mexico -- Thirty-five soldiers jump off two helicopters and fan out across a marijuana field tucked deep into the mountains of Mexico's western state of Michoacan.

The choppers secure the perimeter as soldiers yank out plants growing in neat lines. Two hours later, most of the marijuana smolders in a bonfire."

Current Location: San Diego.

Current Mood:

Go fuck yourself. . .

Current Music: Nothing at all.

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20 November 2006 @ 05:21 pm

CHIKARA may very well be the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. Delirious, Hallowicked, Cheech-elirious, Cloudy-wicked, Quack, Max Boyer, Kingston and my man SWEET N' SOUR! Off the hook as usual. I don't think Hagadorn or Icarus were too fond of my comments. Oh well. However, I think the Waffle House was better than CHIKARA as usual. Why? Because it's the fucking Waffle House, and I LOVE food.

You may be asking yourselves why I'm posting this? Well, to be honest, this is a blog. Therefore, these are the senseless ramblings that go into a blog. I'm bloggin' bitch! That's what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it.

That 'tis all. See you next time LJ.

PS - You had me at hello. And yes, I'm talking to you Live Journal.

Current Location: Camp Snoopy

Current Music: Some crazy techno.

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13 October 2006 @ 05:14 pm

3 months... AGAIN!

Well when I last left off it was towards the beginning of the summer. I was enjoying my break from school. Flash foward to October the 13th--Friday the 13th to be exact--and I've been back at school for awhile now, and summer is over. The weather has begun to get cold, but that's okay because I love the Fall. School started at the end of August, so I've been back about a month and a half.

Flash back to summer now. Remember how I said I would probably go job hunting towards the end of summer? Well, that never happened. I still don't even have my license yet--however I take my driver's test next Friday. I also said I'd update after Chikara, which I've technically been true to my word. I went with Brad, Kent, and Shawn, and as per usual Chikara was off the hook. Not much else happened that's note-worthy. Steph went off to URI. That was sad, but all in all the summer was good. It was nice, relaxing, and fun.

Flash forward, once AH-gain, to present day. School has been pretty good so far. Most of my classes are good, except for Business Math. Business Math may be the easiest, most boring class in history. However, I have Speech class first block, which is the absolute shit.

Well I guess that concludes this entry. I'll see you when I see you. Probably in another 3 months. CHIKARA IN NOVEMBER BITCHES!

Current Location: Dumpster on the corner of 7th & Market. Someone come get me!

Current Mood:

happy

Current Music: "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" by John Mayer

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09 July 2006 @ 05:16 pm

3 months...DAMN!!!

FUCK!!! Last time I updated was mid-April and it's now July 9th. Damn man. Well despite common belief not much has changed in these past 3 months. Last time I updated I was talking about either going to Chikara or ROH, and as it turns out I didn't go to either, for various reasons. However, I made it out to night 1 of the YLC3 tournament last month. FANTASTIC show, and I converted two of my friends into die-hard Chikara fans. This month we'll be hittin' up Chikara again, but there will be more of us. About a half dozen of us this time instead of the usual 3. So be afraid CHIKARA!!

In other news, I finished my junior year, thank fucking God. I no longer have to deal with that bitch Reichl! I'm still jobless, but by the end of the summer I'll go job hunting. I have a few ideas in mind as far as jobs go, that I would be suited for and that I would probably have no problem getting, because to be honest I don't want to be stuck working at Wegman's or some shit.

Uhhh...what else? Still chick-less, but I like it that way for the summer. This way I have freedom to do as I please. Plus, I'm not the type of person that needs to be with someone to be happy. If something comes up I'll pursue the oppurtunity, if not then I'm cool with that too.

So I guess that concludes this update. Look for one either after the 22nd(Chikara night), or in about another 3 months. PEACE!

Current Location: Home . . . computer . . . nowhere.

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15 April 2006 @ 06:44 pm

Live Journal, it's been some time since I've updated you. I neglect you over, and over, and over AH-gain, and somehow you still take me back. I think I might be getting a sexual crush on you...but we'll save that for another time.

Honestly, thought I have no idea what to put in here as nothing exciting has been going on. Just the usual shit of chillin' with people, goin' to school, getting more and more pissed at Reichl as the days roll by, and hittin' up Chikara next weekend wit the boys. I actually wasn't going to go to Chikara, but rather I was gonna hit up ROH's 100th show. However, I decide Chikara was the better choice since I really don't want to be involved in a riot with crazy-ass CZW fans at ROH. So with that being said, after this next weekend I will have an equal balance of 3 live Chikara shows, and 3 live ROH shows. Obviously, ROH is the better product, but I enjoy Chikara's wackiness. However, I'm sure I'll return to ROH next time they roll through Philly. I don't know why I'm rambling on about ROH and Chikara. Someone please shoot me.

So I will now retreat from this blog entry to do the insight I gave everyone to the dork within. Peace...Let's have a toast to the girl in Aisle 10.

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26 March 2006 @ 10:16 pm

Fuck you Hitler! You son of a bitch bastard!

Well my dear friend known only as the Journal of Live-ness, I bring to you another update courtesy of your one and only sweethearted, sexy, amazing, tantalizing, gay...wait! I'm not gay!...lover. What you just read will be about the only humor in this entry, as you can tell by the title.

On Friday about 30-40 of us went to Washington D.C. for a field trip. The main purpose of this trip was to go see the National Holocaust Museum. And up until we entered that museum it was all fun and games. Greg, Sean, and I took some awesome pictures. I'd post them but I don't have them yet.

However, I digress. From the moment you step into the Museum, the mood instantly changes. It was very sad and somber, and rightfully so. I really can't express in words how powerful some of the things in there were. For instance, in one area there is a Railcar(actual railcar that took victims of the Holocaust to and fro), sitting on tracks that led directly to Auschwitz. Auschwitz being one of the most ominous death camps. Now if just seeing that wasn't enough, you actually had to walk through the railcar to get to the next exhibit within the museum. Let me tell you, walking through that railcar where thousands of people were, and were hundreds actually died in there, freaked me the fuck out.

Another emotional thing was a room that was just full of these black shoes. These shoes were worn by "prisoners" within the death/work camps. There were thousands of these shoes, the actual shoes, just piled up in this room. Just seeing the shoes that thousands of people wore before or during their death was just so...I don't know. I honestly can't put it into words. It was just...powerful.

I'll give you one last example before I wrap up this update. This example actually pissed me off. It was a casting of the front gate to Auschwitz that read, "Arbeit Macht Frei". Which when translated to English means "Work will set you free." It just pissed me off that the Nazi's had to be fuckin' pussies about what they were doing. It's bad enough you ignorant fucks killed these people, but you had to fucking mislead them before their death. What's a matter Hitler, Goethe, and you other fucks?! You couldn't own up to what you were doing?! You had to manipulate innocent men, women, and children into thinking that what they were doing was a good thing, and that they would learn the true meaning of freedom through work?! Instead, you know what you did you fucks?! You fucking killed them. You shot them dead, or gassed them, or strangled them...anyway you could. You killed them because you believed that diversity was a bad thing. You believed that whatever Hitler said was true. You weak-minded, ignorant, fucking assholes let some sick and twisted fuck manipulate you into thinking that he was right. Well you little fucks I hope somebody shot you. I hope someone shot you right in your fucking head, because you deserved it. You killed millions upon millions upon millions of innocent people because they were different. Well like it or not, not everyone on the face of the earth is the same, and never will be. Deal with it.

...I'm just going to stop there. Sorry about my angry rant, but I figured I'd stop before I went on for 687 pages. Believe me, I can. But I'll just end it with this.

"Fuck you Hitler! You son of a bitch bastard!"

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26 February 2006 @ 01:12 pm

Tag World and Long Island? Go on...

Okay I will. So this weekend was pretty damn good, for two main reasons. Friday night was the first night of the CHIKARA Tag World Grand Prix in Hellertown, and yesterday/last night was my Uncle's surprise 70th birthday party at Koenig's.

Friday night...Shawn, Zach, and I(3 of the 4 members of the Killer Quartet) hit up the CHIKARA TWGP in Hellertown. Now let me say that the night started off a little slow but by the end of the night the whole fuckin' place was buzzin'. I mean no one expected Necro, Joker, OR Delirious to show up. But low and behold, they did. The line of the night that had all three of us laughin' for hours was Delirious yellin' out "He's got a stemmm!!". You had to be there to get it, but it was funny trust me. The main event was a second round match between "The King of Diamonds" Eddie Kingston and Sabian, of BLKOUT, against Necro Butcher and Kingston's tag partner and other member of BLKOUT, Joker. Now let me say that this match was very good in its own right. It was, to me, a typical CZW style match. However, I'm not a big fan of Necro, or when Kingston, Sabian, and Joker wrestle that style. They, with the exception of Necro(in my opinon), can all go when need be, but that just wasn't the match to showcase it. HOWEVER, the match of the night, which recieved a standing ovation from everyone in attendence was Team DDT(KUDO and MIKAMI) against Team KAIENTAI Dojo(Yago and Miyawaka). This match was stiff beyond belief and the last two minutes of the match was just non-stop action. It was so fuckin' amazing, and I was so blown up that I honestly cannot remember who came out the victor once the bell was rung. And on a side note, I bought the GREATEST shirt ever. Gracias, to my main man Sweeney. He was real cool, a real stand-up guy, and very gracious. I appluad you Larry Sweeney. All in all just a great night.

Saturday...Hit up good ole L.I. for my uncle's party. Everybody came out...at least 25 of us. And I fuckin' love Koenig's...amazing food there. Harry, just like always, was stealin' something from everybody...but that's just him. Nothing too outrageous to note...just a typical Scarpa family gathering, with the addition of the Mancuso's. As usual Anthony had me laughin' my ass off. Once AH-gain a great day/night.

Today...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...and loving it.

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Current Music: Nothing...But I'm watching "Stripes"

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01 February 2006 @ 10:05 pm

All right I need to update this thing, but I'm too tired to right now. So this is an advanced warning. Look for an update either tomorrow or Friday.

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15 January 2006 @ 05:04 pm

Long needed, and not so awaited update...

So this weekend was officially off the fuckin' hook. Explanation will begin now...

Friday...Went out to eat with some of the boys...really good time. Our waitress was cute as fuckin' hell...didn't get her number though, since she was about 25. That shit's illegal. So anyway...we got free cake cause Ian told them it was birthday. We do that everywhere we go now. Free fuckin' cake...I'll take it. Went to Wal-mart...bought the John Mayer Trio CD, and then jammed with Kent for alil at his house.

Saturday...Drove to Philly wit the bro-ham and Liz. Got some food, then went to go watch some ROH at the National Guard Armory. By far, the best overall show I've been to in Philly thus far. The Main-event didn't live up to the hype, but it was still really good. Sydal vs. Styles was just amazing. And I think Joe legit knocked Whitmer out, because his kick echoed throughout the arena. On a side-note...Liz was more fun than my brother because she actually got into. She almost got us into a fight with some woman...Good Times.

Late saturday night/early sunday morning...Got some Checker's then we had to go to this bar to get the keys to Mook's apartment. That was a whole fiasco, but comedic now that I look back on it. Mook and Nick came back to the apartment, and fun was to be had. Line of the night was probably "It's like the fuckin' Jesus." Or possibly the "Bucking Bronco" story...I'll explain that some other time.

Sunday morning/afternoon...Mike, Liz, and I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts on 19th, and got some breakfast. Then hit the road back to Nazareth, cause Liz had to go to her Uncle's 95th Birthday Party. Uncle Clate the Slate...another hilarious line courtesy of myself and Mook...we double-teamed that bitch.

For the rest of the day I've just been chillin'. That will be all. Sexy-Time? or Naked-Time? Oh wait, there's only two rules in this house...Rule #1, it's always sexy, and naked time. Rule #2, there are no rules. Peace.

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01 January 2006 @ 10:24 pm

As of right now...

...I am sitting here with nothing but a sense of being utterly perplexed. I honestly don't know what to say, as I honestly don't know what to think right now. My mind is jumping from one scenario to the next. Back and forth, to and fro, if you will. It's all over the place. And while I sit here and type, and continue to think, I continue to get nowhere.

What's the cause of this confusion you may be asking yourself. A movie. A movie, simply titled "Donnie Darko". This movie, while I do not fully understand it, is a work of genius. This movie had amazing cinematography and also possessed an incredible story. A story that will not be perfectly clear until it is seen a few more times. And that's what makes it so great. The fact that it seems virtually impossible to understand the first time around.

The brain child of Sir Richard Kelly, the film does nothing but make me want to watch it again and again and again. The genius writing makes me want to watch the film until I understand every single little detail, every symbol, every iconic event that takes place. And this film seems to be full of the things I previously named. I know, that I will not notice them all or understand them all until I watch this film religiously. And that my friends, is perfectly fine with me. But at this point I'm dying to know the answer to a very simple question..."What the fuck??".

My mind right now is just filled with a vast number of questions that must be answered. And while this large amount of questions are very diverse, they can all be lumped into one question, that is very easy to understand. What the fuck? This question has been roaming around my head from the time the movie started, to the time the movie ended, to this point in time now. What the fuck was up with "Grandma Death"? What the fuck is up with the character Frank, and how he is able to contact Donnie in the "past"? And if Frank is able to contact Donnie, why would he tell Donnie to do things that would lead him to shooting Frank?(Sorry for those of you that haven't seen the movie). These questions are just some of the few I possess. And once again, they can be lumped into the "What the fuck?" category.

Now as you read what I wrote, some of you may be able to answer these questions that I have asked, some may be like me and not know what to say, and others may not have seen the movie at all. And whether you possess the answers or you don't I don't want to know your theory/theories, nor do I want to even listen to them. I want to figure this out and figure it out I will. In closing, all I can really say is that I applaud Richard Kelly for writing and directing such a fantastic film. This film inspires me in so many ways. Kelly, a man who completely finished production on the film a year after graduating from USC, is nothing but a genius. As far as I'm concerned he deserves all the accolades and praise in the world.

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