Can't Touch This

2007-07-17T18:49:00.000-07:00

Sing Me A Story I Haven't Heard

2006-08-09T19:32:00.000-07:00

I should be in bed right now, but I don't feel like falling asleep yet (strange) so I figured I'd waste my time writing a really overdue blog thing.

If you haven't noticed, I'm in New York City. And New York City is debilitating when it comes to keeping up with internet-related activity... or anything that isn't really vital. My life is pretty repetitive, but I've been working harder than a dog. (a seeing eye dog, that is). I landed two jobs this summer, which is pretty awesome. The first being the internship with Big Beach, which just came out with Little Miss Sunshine. (www.bigbeachfilms.com) If you haven't seen that movie, you should. It's a really great flick... and Big Beach has been awesome to me. I started at like three days a week, and that eventually turned into four.. and then a little over a week ago they asked me to step up to a full time position for the remainder of the summer which was hugely awesome for me. So I'm a Personal Assistant to one of the producers for a while. It's cool. I get to be in on a lot more of the insider info than I was before.

My other job is at Equinox Fitness, where I'm working the front desk for some spare change... that's about as close as it is to a salary, but it's been enough to get me by. The only shitty thing is that I had to wake up at 4am a couple times a week to get into work by 5am. And there were some days where I'd go straight from my morning shift at Equinox to Big Beach and work through until like 7 (now it's like 8) pm. It BLEW. But this is my last week so I don't have any more 4ams! wooooo! And man, for a while there I was working weekends, too... so I think I had a stretch of like 16 days where I worked every single day. It was terrifying.

Anyway, it's all good now that it's all winding down. I might even get some more time to go out and explore. I feel like I've gotten to know New York pretty well even without going to every museum or tourist activity. I've done enough to feel like I lived out my stay here pretty well, and the work that I put into my internship was my main priority anyway, and that definitely paid off. Literally. So, it's all good in the end. And I've read a shitload of screenplays, (most of them bad) which makes me feel like I've seen a TON of movies (most of them bad). At this point, I feel like I've read every type of story out there.

As far as New York goes... I've developed an intense love/hate relationship with it. I hate the subway at 4:30 in the morning. I hate the tourists and the whole Times Square vibe. I hate the dirt and the poverty and the rats. But I love the efficiency of this city, and the work ethic is admirable and easy to get swept up in, but I hate the exhaustion at the end of a long day.. the way this city sucks out every last drop of energy, begging you to pour anything you've got left into the half-priced, but still so expensive, mixed drinks at happy hour. The people aren't half as mean as I expected, but con artists are everywhere.. and after a while you stop trusting the nice folks and start appreciating the people who lay it all out on the table without bullshit. Everyone's an actor. That might be the one thing that I love about the city. Everyone's an artist. Everyone is working a job that's only second priority, while trying to make it as something or someone. So many people in the same boat, supporting each other in a weird way, making it all happen. That's pretty awesome.

I went to a Yankee's game, and it's funny because I'm a Sox/Cubs kind of kid.. and I never much cared for the Yankees but I didn't really all-out hate them, either... or so I thought. Man.. being at Yankee Stadium was... like, wow, I really do hate the Yankees. Watching them win made my stomach churn. Their fans are all so scuzzy (granted we were sitting in the nosebleed section), but they're all like dirty and trashy. I hate to say it but I'll be damned if I ever root for that team. I wanted them to get their asses kicked so bad. They're a rich team but I feel like it's that dirty mafia kind of rich... not the hard working educated kind of rich. But hey, that's just the vibe I get.

And now that I've pissed off every Yankee's fan who ever walked the earth, I'm going to head out. (and i'm sorry if you're not a scuzzy, uneducated, or trashy Yankee's fan. but man, look into, like, reforming your team's fan base.)

I've got a week left in this city. And as much as I'll be happy to get back in touch with my life and with the beauty of beaches and the countryside... a part of me is going to miss this filthy city. It really grows on you... the way ivy might slowly creep up and suffocate a brick building. Suffocating, yes, but beautiful in that suffering kind of way.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:

me: go see LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE.

Let the Sun Illuminate the Words That You Cannot Find

2006-06-09T14:51:00.000-07:00

Even though Keith is probably the only person who still reads this thing, I figure I'm about due for an update. Mostly because I'm bored-out-of-my-MIND.

It's been raining, which has really limited the amount of cool and unusual things that I can do with my time before officially arriving in New York City. I went there last weekend and it was pretty alright. Rained then, too, though, so everything looked really dank and uninviting. DANK is probably one of my favorite words.

I'm trying to find a part-time job on the side of my wild-and-crazy internship. I've finally resorted to the gym search... seeing as I've worked at one for the past year or so. I've got mad gym skills. I'm crossing my fingers... and so should you. Because if I'm not busy with a job within the next week, I'm going to off myself. "Off" doesn't actually mean "kill" in this context... but it's pretty dramatic. I'm sure I'll throw some furniture around or something.

So I'll be spending most of my time with Matt at his aunt's place on the Upper West Side while she's away. It's sweet. Directly across from one of the biggest housing projects I've ever seen - which is conveniently located as my only "through road" to get to anywhere else in Manhattan. Walking through that place in the daytime is maybe 100x more frightening than walking by the Saint Paul Street ghetto at night. Just thought I'd share.

So Matt's aunt has a cat. She's like 20 years old and Matt doesn't want me to touch her for fear that she will die. Come to think of it, her dying on Matt's watch would be both horrifying and hilarious. I touched her, anyway. And I think she liked it.

The rest of my time will be spent with Lisa. The one, the only. Upper East Side -only 3.1 MILES away from me! We'll make it work. We're ... that type, I guess. I'm only mildly excited about this and I remind Lisa about my "mild" excitement daily, where, ironically, I use many hundreds of exclamation points within our correspondences.

So now I'm counting down the days. TWO.

By the way... just converted my driver's license from Illinois to Massachusetts. Um... who said it was okay to charge 90 dollars for that?? I don't think I was involved in that decision, because I would have most certainly NOT agreed to that being a good idea.

Until we meet again.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
christune1114: rodrigo wants to know when you are coming back to visit... and he says that guessing is not good enough.
KyllyansRed: ha! because he misses me THAT MUCH!
KyllyansRed: oooooh!
christune1114: actually... he does.

I Got Mad Skills

2006-05-11T08:46:00.000-07:00

Finals are over. Thank God. I am in the midst of packing -which is really the only reason that I decided to write another post- for New York City. It's going to rock. Why am I packing three weeks before I leave? I don't know. I guess I want to get a head start?

I need an address book. I have all these addresses and nothing to do with them. Maybe I should start utilizing the interweb.. or.. something that my computer has. Nice. Anyway. I'm not gonna lie. I've been pretty damn productive lately. It's way impressive.

On a lighter note, check out my summer plans:

June 2-4: go up to NYC for the weekend to scout for jobs.
June 9: go up to NYC to LIVE for the summer.
June 20-something: start my internship with Big Beach Films. (fucking OH YEAH)
August 20-something: back to Boston
August 30: Leave for Sydney, Australia. -ammaaaazing!

How fucking kick ass is this summer gonna be? So kick ass!

The only issue is that I've gotta pack for all of these things ahead of time, because I won't be able to come back to my apartment AFTER NYC and pack for Australia separately. UGH.

Anyway. I thought I had cool stuff to talk about but it turns out I only feel like talking about packing.. which means I should probably get back to doing that...

I'll update again sometime soon, I'm sure.

Ps. So pumped for New York right now.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
suVTjuliet: pick out everything you want to bring, then divide it by half

Somebody Told Me

2006-03-30T21:13:00.000-08:00

I do realize that it's been ages since I've posted. Almost two months as I have been reminded.. but listen, I'm sorry, I've been busy. With stuff.

I'm making a movie. It will be amazing.... if the shoot goes well next week. It's been a bitch trying to set everything up and get everything going in pre-pro, but I think we're finally rolling... and if there is a god, it will all work out "swimmingly."

Catch me in the big leagues, biatches.

What else is new in the world? Saint Patrick's day is over.. Megan's birthday is over.. MY BIRTHDAY IS FUCKING COMING UP! Wow, that got me really excited for such a split second. I went CAPS on your ass. But yeah, I'll so be 21 in less than two weeks. AND CHECK IT! April 10 is gonna be the day we finish filming... so we're gonna turn in the equipment, and then I'm gonna work... (which kinda sucks... but maybe i'll show up drunk or something?).. and then I plan on being drunk for a long period of time. Too bad my birthday is on a Monday, though. I have to wait like 4 whole days before I really get to go crazy with everybody.

I should totally be working on cover letters right now. I've decided I want to get an internship in NYC. Boston, or NYC. So.. that better happen, and I better have amazing living arrangements and make lots of mad dolla bills ya'll on the side... or else.

And then I stabbed a man.

That's really the only logical way to end a story (or a blog) that just drags on and on without a point or exciting climax.

Connor punched my dad in the nuts recently. Dad says, "Hey Connor, what did you learn today in Kung Fu class?" Connor says, "Watch this, daddy, it's called 'the golden dragon.'" He then proceeds to nail my dad in the nads, to which my dad replies, "watch this, connor, it's called the 'golden knee buckle.'" ..... and then he stabbed him.

See? See how clever and witty that was?

Don't mock me.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Loller Hockey: Wow, I'm quote of the day, that's quite the honor and accomplishment. I'd like to thank all the people who helped make me quote of the day - Killian, myself, AOL Instant Messanger, Killian. I couldn't have done it without any of you. And finally, I'd like to dedicate this award to the big guy upstairs. Thanks, Jimmy.

Shot Full of Holes

2006-02-11T09:32:00.000-08:00

So. I'm about due for one of these, I guess. Dudes, check it. Boston got dumped on with snow. It's ridiculous, but... we were due for one of those, too, I guess. Let's just hope that the rest of February is all wintery and then as sooon as March rolls around it will all get warm and maybe THIS YEAR we'll actually have more than a day of Spring time! Is it wrong that I can't wait for Summer weather to come back? Is it worse that I've been saying that since Fall?

Dick Cheney killed a man! Alright, okay... he shot a man (who did not die) in the face with a pellet gun. Still. Cheney uses guns? Since when? He's not dead? The man seriously never gets any press because he's never at anything important nor does he seem to have any say in anything important. I kinda feel for him. The only time he gets any press is when something awful happens to him. Like, when he has all those heart attacks and hospital visits... or, when he shoots a man in the face with a pellet gun while hunting for quail. (I'm sensing a hospital conspiracy theory) And how did that happen, anyway? Was he aiming for a quail... while some dude jumped in front of his gun? Or did he not have the safety on? Should I have read the entire article on it? Probably all of the above, or none of the above. Maybe the dude just has a lot of pent up rage. Maybe he just wanted to say he shot a man in the face. .. even if it was with a pellet gun.

My brother and I used to collect BBs. We didn't have a BB gun. But man, some of those BBs were really pretty to look at when in a jar.

Check it. For my film studies class we've got this director coming in tomorrow. We've been studying only him for the entirety of the semester ... and he sucks. Jon Jost. Sucks. He's a pretentious dude. Forgive me for hating pretentious dudes, but I hate them. And he's coming to our class tomorrow. And we're supposed to ask him questions. And all I want to do is berate him for dedicating his life to art that doesn't really speak to anybody, but that he thinks should. So I think I might ask him this: "How do you expect your audiences to respond to your work?" which basically equates to "What are you trying to say? Do you really think people care?" which equates to "Why are you doing this?" which equates to "What have you done with your life?" which equates to "Do you realize how lame you are?"

I think that should go over really well. My guess is that nobody is going to ask him anything. All 16 of us are just gonna sit in that tiny little room and stare at Jost, who will awkwardly stare back, hands clasped, asking "any questions? anybody?" And we'll all avoid eye contact so that he doesn't call on us. And it will be awesome. It's gonna be Valentine's Day. Maybe I should ask him if he'll write ANOTHER painstakingly slow/awkward movie about how men and women are incompatible and void of communication skills and naive and broken inside and end it in the dude killing himself or dying like he always does. And maybe he'll call it "V-Day Massacre." But it will look just like "Slow Moves" or "Sure Fire" or "Rembrandt Laughing" or.. "Last Chants for a Slow Dance." Why doesn't he ever kill off the ladies? Not as profound? Hm. Pretentious? Yes. Take THAT, Jon Jost!

Did you know that they denounced Pluto as a planet in our solar system? Did you know THEY CAN DO THAT?! I'm seriously dumbfounded. I mean, sure he might be small, but... he's like the Rudy of the Solar System. You can't just kick him off the team for being a little smaller and more distant than the rest of the gang. He's still got heart!! You scientists don't know anything about planetary love. I still believe in you, Pluto. Hang in there. Don't do anything crazy. My friend Winslow and I have decided to make a support group. He gets the credit for the acronym: P.I.M.P. = Pluto Is My Planet. We're gonna make T-shirts. It's already a done deal. We will make millions.

Save Pluto.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

misdew39:

KyllyansRed: holy shit! yes!!!

Like Drinking Poison, Like Eating Glass

2006-01-28T09:06:00.001-08:00

I have amazing roommates. Seriously. And I love them for it.

Anecdote: I wake up alone on my couch at 5:30am, completely hammered and disoriented... and with a strange vibration in the pit of my stomach. I get up, somehow manage to walk to my room while stripping down to my underwear, throw on a tank top... and then miraculously run to the bathroom with just enough time to hurl into that porcelain yuckflusher. (I held my own hair back, thank you very much). But as I look up, I see Megan in the doorway, and Neda behind her.. and we continued to have a slumber party pow-ow in the kitchen, eating bread and drinking water. WHO ELSE but the BEST roommates would GET OUT OF BED (especially for Megan because she had to wake up at 7 for an extra-curricular dealy this morning) to make sure that everything was okay (which it was... ps. i was a virgin alcohol-induced-thrower-upper), and then continue to engage in hilarious conversation? And Sharyn is also great .. totally don't blame her for sleeping through that. Had to throw that in there.

Oddly enough, I read some horoscope that told me that Jan. 27 would be the worst day of the YEAR for me, but I think it just turned out to be the funniest.

But seriously. Best roommates ever. I'm so happy. I'm also so hungover.

I could talk about school and how ridiculously RIDICULOUS this semester has already been.. workload and all. But who wants to hear about that? No one. People just want to see pictures of drunk Killian.. and pictures of drunk Killian you shall have.

The night started off with a series of "rocking out" pictures

seriously LOVE this picture below. Note Sharyn in the corner! hahahah

and then led to a series of "going to all our parties" pictures.
(including a little "Carlton Dance" demo by Eileen and Neda)

Dance, Dance

Interlude.

Chocolate City Party. -Really don't remember ANYTHING from that. hahaha. (except for the 6 tequila shots)
And then I don't really remember much except for trying to play a paper towel game, and breaking my necklace that Andre fixed for me. Thank goodness. And then sitting in Andre's room waiting for Neda to bring me water. And then walking home with Tim. OH! And flirting it up with freshmen so they'd join the frat. hahah. We got hammered. Well, I got hammered. Sloshed. Smashed. Whatever you want to call it. It was great. A good weekend back. Even better than last weekend... when we.. did the same stuff.

Keep in mind: his isn't so much a "look what happened to me it's so funny" post as much as a "day in the life of a drunken Killian" post.

So, to continue:
Walking home with Tim.
(such a pimp.)

we were all so very very very very drunk. especially tim. and me.

The next two pictures I have to explain in detail. We come home. I am ridonkulous. We decide to drink some water and eat some white corn chips or whatever. We're eating away, talking, going over events.. doing what drunk people do.

And then it happens. I drop one of my chips. It hits the floor. I look at it. I look at Neda. Neda looks at me. I go for the chip. The only thing on my mind is that fallen tostito chip. I must save it.

Neda: "No Killian. Do NOT pick that up! Don't pick it up, Killian! No! Stop! No! Don't do it....Killian!"

And then my face hits the floor. MAN DOWN!!

It was an amazingly not-graceful fall.
I don't know how long I was down, but I was down for a long time.

i don't think i've ever seen myself laughing so hard in a picture before
and there's that damn chip! just chillin' like nothin happened.

and no - i am not whale tailing. that's a string from my top.
haha seriously these pictures are so my favorite. oh, heart.

So, in short, throwing up at 5am was worth it.
Because although I am suffering, those pictures are classic.

And although I do not love tequila, I love my roommates. =)

"We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture"

QUOTE OF THE DAY
psully1303: yeah you are
Auto response from KyllyansRed: s o fucking druksn

globes and maps

2006-01-07T00:49:00.000-08:00

I've got less than a week left here in the big HK. It's gotten a little colder, windier. It had been in the 60s and 70s and now it's like maybe in the 50s and breezy, but still not bad for mid-January. I'm not yet at the point where I want to go home, mainly because there is still so much to see (I won't get the chance to see it all) and also because school will start really soon after I get back, and I'm still not over last semester.

It's going to suck to leave... especially because I'm not sure when I'll be back, or how long it will be before I see this side of the fam again. sniff. Although.. my stepmom is cool and all but she complains all the time. And after a while her neurotic/only child syndrome tendencies start to show and I can't be in tight-quarters with her for extended periods of time without wanting to jump out a window. Thank god none of those genes are in my blood. Or Connor's.. hahaha.. (that's an inside reference). Anyway, it makes me feel like I'm mentally stable in comparison so I guess that's an upside? Okay it's not that bad. But I'm still glad I'm not related... and that I don't still live here full time. haha. My dad, however, is awesome and I visited him at his office and it was pretty rock solid, but they could really work on their espresso machine. i know, i know, bitch bitch bitch. Being here is awesome. There. And here's something I'm not complaining about - THE VIEW. Freaking amazing as the haze hits the big rocks/mini islands.

MORE PICTURES!

i'm dazing as usual. connor and taffy-my two faves. wow that cat loves me.

causeway bay

matt and dad.

some places in HK look like this -this actually reminds me of some places in Tokyo.

and other places look like this. seriously so many skyscrapers.
mmm eclectic.

part of the complex. that's the hole where the Dragon spirits are supposed to fly through to get from the mountain to the water in the Bay. my dad lives on the other side of the HK island, about a 20 minute bus ride from the city. upscale, where a lot of ex-pats live i guess.

neat.

i dont know... i really don't.

he made me do it, too. what can i say, i'm a winner.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ricecheX10: how is the future lookin?
ricecheX10: maybe that's why the chinese invented fortune cookie sayings cuz they knew what would happen before us

like brothers on a hotel bed

2006-01-02T16:53:00.000-08:00

Alright so the jetlag is pretty much gone... aside from me going to bed at like 9:30 and waking up at 7. that is soo not like me. but i like it. i've got some pictures. so let's see if i can show some.

recap:
day one: new years eve. as imagined, i was hanging out with my parents. it wasn't so bad. we saw some fireworks and hong kong was all lit up and then we went to Soho.. yeah, like the one in NYC.. it was pretty intense. I ended up taking shots with my dad in a room that's kept at freezing temperatures. they give you big fur coats for the cold but the vodka is all kept at "room temp." it was cool.

hong kong new years eve

soho

shots with dad in a freezer

day two: ocean park. it's an amusement park. i kinda hate amusement parks but it's alright, we did it for matt and connor. for a while it felt like i was back in the states, just surrounded by a bunch of asian tourists. amusement parks are all the same. but we did go down a ride that is pretty much exactly like splash mountain and that was cool... but i'm definitely not gonna go to Hong Kong Disneyland. I'm all amusement-parked out.

connor at ocean park... note the hat!

matthew is always playing video games

day three: shopping down by causeway bay. it was pretty cool. lots of huge department stores surrounded by asian markets of sorts. no one has any respect for anyone else's personal space. but hey, you learn not to really care. it was really crowded. reminded me of Tokyo. It's also funny because Hong Kong dollars are like 7.75 to the American dollar. So everything is priced in the hundreds and thousands and I always have to do doubletakes on the pricetags.

today is day four: i'm planning on taking it relatively easy. I might go look at some more asian marketplaces, but I think i'll just go to the gym and go swimming and do the sauna or something. Tonight my dad, Janese, and I are going out to this wicked trendy/hip restaurant with one of my dad's younger clients, some french guy. It should be pretty cool -seeing as the bill goes to my dad's company. wooo for that! I think the spending minimum is like 65USD per person. after that i might meet up with one of my BU friends who lives out here to check out the nightlife sans parents.

how much do i love connor? he's showing me all of his motorcycles right now (toys, kids, toys) and he's always all up in my business, which is fine because he rocks. matt is doin' pretty well but he's back in school so i dont see him quite as often, and he's not as obsessed with me as connor is.. but that's just cuz connor and i are best buds. and my favorite cat, taffy... is also in love with me and that makes me happy too. woo!

me and my kitty -im not sure what i'm doing but connor took this picture

view from dad's balcony

looking to the left

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
Connor: Will you open my batmobile's window?
Me: Are you sure it comes off?
Connor: It looks like it doesnt but it does.
Me: Okay I'll pull on it.
[I pull open the window that isn't supposed to come off at all and it snaps -easy to glue back mind you- off in one piece]
Me: there you go...
Connor: See? I told you it open-- oh, I think you broke it.
Me: Yep, I think I did.
Connor [snaps the other side off and stares at me blankly]: yep.
Me: it's okay, i'll glue it.
Connor: we don't have any.

imm'a gonna go find some glue. maybe they don't have horses around here. heyyooo.

First Impressions

2005-12-30T23:20:00.000-08:00

I figured this site was as good as any to use to chronicle my trip. I don't know, is that lame? Probably. It's cool. I don't really care.

It's currently 3:20pm on December 31. Meaning, 2:20am Eastern time. My body is all screwed up because of the clocks. I didn't really sleep on the 16 hour flight over here... which ended up being 18 hours because it took us two hours before we actually left the gate. Actually, that's a lie, we left the gate twice and returned.. first because some passengers were left behind, and second because they were worried about the pressure guage not working, and decided to re-fuel while we were waiting. And seeing as I can only sleep for hour-long-intervals, it sucked. That's okay. It's what I expected. Suckage. I read, but not as much as I expected, and I watched some movies. And i didn't sit next to a fat guy. So THAT's good.

First thing I noticed when I got to Hong Kong: everything reminds me of the future. The buildings are amazing, everything is high-tech, everything is compact, organized.

Second thing I noticed: similar to Tokyo, everyone wears funny little uniforms. Road construction workers wear specific red uniforms and red hats. The airport security/dude people wore specific military-esque uniforms, black with silver badges and such. It's all really formal, but super cool. Futuresque... and kind of cartooney.

Third thing I noticed: the language barrier is not much of an issue, even after the fall of the British reign. Everything's in english. Most everyone speaks english. it's great for a traveler like me who really doesn't ever want to learn mandarin.

Overall, it's very different from, but still reminds me a lot of Japan in its general aura. Just the whole uniform thing, and high-tech super futuristic look, and cleanliness. Everything looks clean. I feel surprisingly at ease, and maybe even a little bit at "home" here. I guess that'll happen when you were raised in an asian environment and are then re-introduced to it. A lot of Japanese live here, also. Actually, a lot of lots of nationalities live here. It's pretty cool. I'll have to set up some pictures on this thing.

My dad's apartment building is up against a mountainside and looks over the bay which is amazingly beautiful. The fog and humidity is heavy against the big rocks in the water, and the weather is in the mid 60s. It's cool, there's a big square hole in the middle of his apartment complex that was created by the architects who were big into fung shway (sp??) ... it's to allow the dragon spirits to get from the mountain to the water. Apparently the building would have had terrible luck if it blocked such spirits from a watersource. How COOL are little stories like that? Seriously. America, step up.

And I'm off to the gym. Fireworks tonight start at 8. How lame is that? Whatever happened to 12am fireworks?

PS. Connor is still awesome. more on that later.

The Razor

2005-12-20T17:28:00.000-08:00

And finals are over.

Not much to say there. It's been a tumultuous couple of weeks, I guess. Totally got out of shape in the last two weeks alone. But that's not why we're here. No, we're here to celebrate the end of the beginning.. or.. the beginning of the end... or something.

I got three hours of sleep last night. So I don't really have anything cool to say.

But I did babysit some class-act dogs. "magnificent beasts" as jordan might say... but yeah. So that was awesome. Travis and Red. One of them (Red) fell down the stairs and hurt his leg. That was not so awesome... but seeing as I did not push him down the stairs, it's all good. I felt really bad at first, and I still feel bad... because he's a gimp now, but then yesterday he walked into a sliding glass door and bumped his head, and I realized that he probably has a history of doing stupid things. But I still love him. I still give him kisses when he's hurting. And I still go out of my way to rub essential oils, aromatherapy oils, to ease the pain in the tender spots of his leg. I think it worked. He's getting better every day and his spirits are higher. Listen, if I say the oils work, they work, okay? At least I'm nurturing him SOMEHOW. Jeez. Stop judging me.

I have pictures.

I took people by to see them. It was fun! I'm in third grade!
Greg and a very sad looking hurty demonic-esque Red

Travis is everybody's favorite. He's my favorite when he sleeps.
He's such a woman about stuff, though. He'd get all whiney and sad and jealous when I would do my nurturing stuff to Red and his gimpy leg. So then I'd have to go over and pet Travis, but then Red would try to cut me off... it was really quite hard to keep everyone satisfied.. cuz, you know, i've only got so much love to give...

awwww. i kiss booboos. he looks so sad and hurty.

I'm gonna miss those two.

Also, I am very sad to report that I am also going to miss Zenryu Shirakawa, my Japanese Prof. He was the closest thing I had to Mr. Miagi. His death was very sad, very sad indeed. Not to mention kind of ironic seeing as he died the day before our final review, and 5 days before our final. But I managed to ace his final, even after his death.. so... I suppose, in a way, I avenged it? A- in Japanese, baby. Gooooo ME! That's for you, sensei.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Lokii13: gdi, your away messages are so fucking emo
Lokii13: like bleeding heart on your sleeve emo.
Lokii13: if you wikipedia "emo" there's a picture of you
Lokii13: crying
Lokii13: you're crying
Lokii13: with an arrow going through you that says "emo" on the back of it.

i don't really think he got his point across.
embrace the emo kids, it's healthy. it's a beautiful thing.

ET Phone Home

2005-12-02T08:27:00.000-08:00

Alright. It's official. I am flying south for the winter. And I'm not even being facetious. Hong Kong or bust, as they said back in the old west. Yeah, you know they said it. Those... pioneers... headed for... Hong Kong. It's only a few more hours west of the Oregon coast, right? And south. Right. South.

My only real concern about this trip has nothing to do with the possibility of spending New Years alone or wandering the streets of Hong Kong solo-style while my family is out doing their business. No, it's really just the issue of jetlag. Don't get me wrong, I'm no stranger to jetlag.

ie: Tokyo to Boston circa 1989

It's just been a while since I've had to deal with it big-time. London in 2003, to be exact. But this is going to be a 12 hour re-adjustment. So I've got to start strategizing. Now-ish. I'm thinking I might subject myself to a 36 hour staying-awake fest, not crashing until I absolutely have to, in order to make up for the change. BRILLIANT, i say.

So many reasons I can't wait for this trip:

1) family. primarily, the Con-man.
2) escape from all this WORKKKK
3) escape from specific people that I really don't want to deal with or think about, who.. i won't have to deal with, or think about, while i'm away! hooray!
4) layover in CHICAGO!!! visiting all the people that I love! BiH especially. And Jon, of course.

In other news, I've got to get back to work. Enjoy your last days in Hell, bitches.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
(extracted from an IM conversation between Keith and his friend... long, but entirely worthy)
this chick obviously doesn't know keith very well.

Keith: OH FUCK!
Keith: the puppy died
Rachel: what?
Keith: I thought it could hold it's breath for longer
Keith: whoops
Keith: anyway, what are you doing there?
Rachel: what are u talking about?
Rachel: why is the dog dead?
Rachel: ew wahtd u do?
Keith: I was holding it's head under water
Keith: and
Keith: um
Keith: there was an accident
Rachel: why?
Keith: and now it's dead
Keith: to torture it
Rachel: i hope youre not talking bout a real dog
Keith: if you could be any animal, what would you be?
Keith: I'd be a candiru fish
Rachel: dont change the subject
Rachel: thats not a real dog right?
Keith: um
Keith: maybe
Rachel: u seriously killed a dog today?????????
Rachel: like literally w your physical hands killed something?
Rachel: who are u?
Keith: if I did, would you know a good recipe?
Rachel: please say youre kidding?
Keith: ok, I'm kidding
Rachel: are u really kdding or just saying tht?
Keith: I'M SORRY! I thought it could hold it's breath for longer than it actually could
Keith: I mean we all make mistakes
Keith: nobody's perfect
Keith: I'm sure you've screwed up in your life
Rachel: why the hell would u be torturing it anyway?
Keith: I dunno
Keith: spite?
Rachel: what the hell did it do to you?
Keith: eh
Keith: nothing I guess
Rachel: think about it.... dogs dont hold their breath, thats why they do the doggie paddle!
Keith: that's why I was letting it back up for air periodically!
Keith: I just spaced it out too far
Rachel: are you on drugs?
Rachel: whos dog was it?
Rachel: if u did that to either of my dogs id literally kill you
Keith: it wasn't your dogs
Keith: it was this one I got from petco
Keith: I was just hoping to get more mileage out of it for what I paid
Rachel: how do u not feel worse about this? if i killed something id be like torturing myself and sobbing and stuff
Rachel: well maybe you shouldnt drown it!
Keith: I WASN'T TRYING TO DROWN IT! I KEEP TELLING YOU I WAS LETTING IT UP FOR AIR!
Keith: What kind of heartless bastard do you think I am?
Rachel: well until tonight i didnt think u were
Rachel: but omg keith!
Rachel: you dont sound like you even are upset at all about this!
Rachel: dogs arent little toys that you can break and then exchange for another one
Rachel: on that note i gotta go

I lied my face off

2005-11-19T09:59:00.000-08:00

Well, it's official (again). I am dreading the winter weather. I think I've lived out my harsh winter quota for my life thus far. It is time to move westward! (and southward!) Two more fatal winter blows, and I am outtie. Wow, two seems like a lot. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. Not sure how I feel about how fast this next year and half is going to go. Not sure how I feel about a lot of things, actually.

But I am sure about how I feel about sidewalks. Now, I'm not the nicest person I've ever met, I'll admit it. But when it comes to sharing a sidewalk, I find myself bending over backwards for dirty rotten strangers! It's not hard to share a sidewalk if each person moves ever-so-slightly to their prospective sides. It's NOT hard. Jesus, have some manners. Is sidewalk sharing the new handshake?? Are people trying to prove their social status by "standing their ground?" The one who moves is the weaker party? Is that it? Huh? HUH?! It's not a fucking CONTEST, people! Goddamn Nazis. I'll show you sidewalk sharing. I can play your stupid little game. Next time someone tries to walk by me on the sidewalk I'm just going to full-out tackle them.

On a lighter and less abrasive note, I have come across a curious picture. It's of my parents when they were in college. (hey, that's my age! wow, Mr. Narrator, sir!) Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because everyone's always telling me how much I look like my mom. And I think I might have been told ONCE that I looked like my dad, but most people shake their heads, "no.. nope, you're definitely a clone of your mom." Well, I'm totally here to prove those people wrong. It's not that I don't like looking like my mom, but I am in no way her "clone." In fact, I think I am a pretty solid mix of the two.

Case in point:

First off, my mom kinda looks like Marsha Brady, and my dad kinda looks like Mick Jagger.
Kind of weird to think of what they could produce.

The result:

Not the best photo, but.... you get the idea.

Mom: Color of eyes, teeth, cheekbones, skin, hair, general aura, intuition.
Dad: Shape of eyes, nose (the feminine version...), laugh lines, lips, ability to tan, fashion sense.

And apparently I have my mom's "attitude" and my dad's "work ethic."

So, there you have it, kids. Proof that my mom didn't have me by immaculate conception. I'm as mixed as a mix can be. So lay off the "you're a clone" comments.

Now, back to work.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
GanglyWhiteBoy: show a picture of you doing activity X as a kiddo then the same or similar thing when you were 19
GanglyWhiteBoy: like, you pointing at a horse as a child
GanglyWhiteBoy: and then you stabbing a hobo in the throat as a 20 something
GanglyWhiteBoy: cause / effect

Tie Me Here in Time

2005-11-08T23:49:00.000-08:00

So I've been thinking about the L.A. Internship program this summer. If I can somehow get it for freeeee.... I think it would be a no brainer. Perhaps I can try to get a scholarship! There's an idea! But that sounds like so much work... I wonder if I could hire someone to do it for me... for free!

I am trying to find cheap tickets to Hong Kong for Christmas Break and it is proving to be extremely difficult. Ideally, I would like to stop and see Drea on the way. That would be MOST EXCELLENT. But, again, the prices are obstacular. (I just made that word up, and I think I like it). How awesome would my Christmas be, though, if I could do those things? I miss Connor Killian soo very much. (and Matthew Killian.. but... let's face it, mostly Connor Killian.) In fact, I am thinking about kidnapping him and taking him with me back to the states. He can live under my bed and I will feed him pizza.

Speaking of things related to my father, I just had a nice conversation with Mr. MLK. Turns out some company in Tokyo would now like to offer him some moneys to work for THEM. Well well well. Look what we have here. I say MOVE TO TOKYO! So I asked him if he was going to consider it. And this is what he said:

"Well... I'm not afraid to admit... I'm a little bit slutty. It's like... I've already got a date for prom... but ... the quarterback just asked me what I was doing Friday night."

That's dad-talk for "i'm considering it, maybe. slyly, without my current company knowing." Pretty fun! I want him to move to Tokyo. Yayayay. That would be swell. Then I could go to Tokyo and see all the places I used to know and use my very poor Japanese-language skills. It might rock the party that rocks my body. But whatever makes him happy makes me happy. More often than not, the real winner isn't the STD-ridden really hot quarterback, but the realtively cute, kinda shy, but sincere nice guy who was first to ask you to the prom. Funny how that works.

And... end scene.

PS. I found a way to make my screenplay work. Thank god. Now I just have to basically re-write most of the scenes. Frigging-A. Heart.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Robo Mongo: ONLY KEITH AND SESTAK MAY FUCK WITH THE KILLIAN!
Robo Mongo: NO ONE ELSE!
Robo Mongo: YOU'RE MY BITCH!!

sibs

2005-10-30T13:26:00.000-08:00

this picture makes me happy.

Take Your Wings Outside, You Can't Fly in Here

2005-10-22T16:19:00.000-07:00

It's official. I am a Godmother. Spiritual advisor awayyy! I'm the worst Godmother ever already. If I were ACTUALLY going to be "spiritually advising" Lauren, I'd be like "Listen. Don't get all wrapped up in the church thing, ok?" And then the church would stone me to death. Thankfully, these days, it ain't nothin' but a title, but it's fun nonetheless. Wait... does this mean I'm going to have to get her nice presents on the holidays?

Today is a picture day. It's a picture day because I say it is. So get ready for some pictures.
Let me take you through a "How-To."

HOW TO HAVE A BAPTISM:
In three easy steps!

Step 1) Find Godparents and a Priest that you like. And a church. And a baby. And... be Catholic.

Note the Baptismal set-up:
-Godparents on one side (me and my cousin Liam).
-Priest in the middle (that's Father B, he's been a long-time family friend... he goes to all of our family gatherings/events... including Thanksgiving and Christmas. And family BBQs. And I've never questioned it... until now!!)
-Parents on the other side (Sue and Paul.. holding Lauren).
We're pretty casual about everything. But that's why God hates us. That harder core you are, the more God loves you. That's the Catholic way! *thumbs up*

Step 2) Give everyone a job.

-The parents hold the baby.
-The priest pours holy water on her head and says things that are important about God and whatnot. Actually, he talks the whole time about God and whatnot and everyone mechanically replies "we do" and "amen" when necessary... that's very important. Very important, indeed.
-The godmother (ME! THAT'S ME!) dries the baby's head with a sacred towel... yes, sacred. Well... it has to be white... that's what makes it sacred, I bet.
-The godfather lights the holy candle that represents something really important. (Liam did a great job lighting the candle, way to go Li! That was really tough work! jeepers!)

Look at me doing my job!
This is pretty much my only responsibility... ever.
It's a pretty sweet deal.

Step 3) Take Pictures
and make the baby wear the holy garments.
and only baptise the cute babies, because only the cute ones are allowed into Heaven.
It's the rules.

My Goddaughter... Lauren!
She's way cute. I enjoy her.
She'll SO be allowed into Heaven now that she's had holy water dumped on her head and such! Hoorah!

There you have it, kids. That is how a baptism works, in three easy steps. If it goes smoothly, it should take no longer than 10 to 15 minutes. Fantastic. Now, go out there, find yourselves some babies, and have a GREAT TIME!

The End.

In a related story, I'm going to watch Batman Begins tonight! YESSS!
And what else is cool? I don't know. I saw the director of the original Willy Wonka movie. That was pretty awesome. Remind me to tell you about that.

Also, on a more serious note. My grandmother is sick and we're pretty sure she's not going to make it through the week... and I saw her today and it was pretty rough on me. I mean it's always really hard to see someone you love on a death bed, who is legitimately dying. And I can't say I've ever been through anything that intense before. So anyway, it got me thinking about life. It's really cliche' to say something like "live each day like you're dying." So I won't. But I guess the only thing I can say, without being way depressing and getting into emotional stuff (because that's not why I created this blog) is that I challenge you to do that thing you really want to do.. today. Because who cares if you regret it? You'd probably regret not doing it more. And that's what I think life is about; taking those little risks, and experiencing those little (or big) experiences. Because even if it doesn't turn out well, at least you're not missing out on anything. So maybe that's the moral here: "Live like you don't want to miss out." I like it. It stays.

goodnight and goodluck.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Loller Hockey: so are you the best godmother ever?
KyllyansRed: YEAH!
KyllyansRed: sorta
KyllyansRed: i think?

Like I'll Never Be the Same

2005-10-07T16:06:00.000-07:00

Do you believe me now, Keith? DO YOU? Ass.

So I have some fun news for all of you. I was woken up this morning by the sound of someone messing with the change on my desk, and a man's voice saying, "what the fuck is that noise? is somebody up there??" and then grabbing at my roommate's blankets. To which I shot up, and he jumped, and said, "Holy shit! You scared the shit out of me!" And to which I replied.... groggily... "Yeah, uh... likewise!?" It was the pest control man. He invited himself in and thought nobody was home. I think I am missing a couple quarters off of my desk and there is rat poison under my radiator. Not something I want to wake up to every morning, let me tell you. I am thoroughly reconsidering wanting to wake up to a man every day... especially if that man grows up to look like our pest control man.

Other fun facts about my week? I was chased by a squirrel who was after my nuts. (trail mix nuts). She was devious. I liked it. Only, not at all.

Turns out there was some confusion with my tuition bill, which is just AWESOME. But it's bringing me closer to COM's coolest professor, Bowen, who offered to sponser a bake sale on my behalf (don't worry it was a joke i don't need a bake sale) and told me that he would commit murder to keep me in class. And furthermore, his emails are freakin' hilarious and I think I love him, as I love all people who are capable of writing hilarious emails.

Can I make fun of anyone this week? Yes, there are lots of people that I have encountered who are worthy of shitting on. But are they worthy of making the blog? ehh... not really.

Tony is, though. Tony is in Guam right now doing something for the airforce. He tells me stuff about it but I usually don't pay attention cuz I don't understand his 'military' words. Tony is defending our country. Tony sent me a picture of him on duty while defending our country. I am going to show you the picture that Tony sent me of him on duty while defending our country.

He's the one in the Batman shirt. I wouldn't expect ANY LESS from a friend of MINE.

PS. I had a dream the other night that I called Batman, who was on my cell phone's speed dial, and he picked up, but he was kinda busy fighting the Joker. But he was on his way because I was being surrounded by an array of sexual predators on motorcycles... and not the hot kind. I escaped without Batman's help. That's just how awesome I am in my dreams. Note: in my dreams.

Is it just me or is everyone I know having a horrible last couple of weeks? I feel like everything bad is going down all over the place for everyone. It's crazy. BUT, I think it's turning around. So keep your heads up, kiddos.

(Keith, you are currently being a bitch... I'm telling you I'm working on it. And I'm meaning it, damnit!)

I've got nothing else at the moment... OH!!!!!!! EXCEPT!!! I"M GONNA BE A GODMOTHER!
My uncle Paul asked me the other day if I would be his daughter's, Lauren's, (my cousin's.. you probably could have figured that out..) GODMOTHER! I've never beeen one of THOSE before! The whole thing is going down on October 22, so I'll put in a picture later so you can see how freaking cute this little girl is. I feel special. I always liked Paul. He was always the cool, younger, baseball playing uncle that all the kids liked. I think he was finishing High School when I was born. That's weird. I have no idea what it means to be a Godmother. In fact, I'm pretty sure it means nothing these days. But HEY, I will take the title AND the bragging rights, thank you very much.

Anyway, that is all. Thank you and good day.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
GanglyWhiteBoy: kill jeff
KyllyansRed: hahaha
GanglyWhiteBoy: no, really, kill jeff and i'll marry you.
GanglyWhiteBoy: seriously
KyllyansRed: but why jeff?
GanglyWhiteBoy: b/c he poses a threat to our love
GanglyWhiteBoy: jesus -- i'm listening to abba at full blast
KyllyansRed: hahahah
GanglyWhiteBoy: crap i'm a homo
GanglyWhiteBoy: get it?
GanglyWhiteBoy: satire

--i had a dream last night that Greg led me through a maze of hilarity and confusion.
true story.

P.P.S. All this talk about Batman made me think about Christian Bale. And then, coincidentally (i think it was fate) i came across this picture amongst my many. I want to have this man's babies. He makes me hot. the end.

holy HOT, batman!

These Two Will Here On Cease to Be

2005-09-28T12:40:00.000-07:00

"Dinkle donkle, dinkle donkle, someone's calling you. Goulet!"
-Robert Goulet's cell phone ringtone.

I must get it. And if it were to exist, I would. If I had a better phone, I also would. Which reminds me, I need a new phone. That would be super. Almost as good as Turbo telling me I look like I just had an abortion on Sunday at the writer's meeting. I plan on looking as grubby as humanly possible until winter is over. How about that SADD? Seasonal Affective-or-something Depression Disorder... it's pretty neat! I don't even think it's a disease. I just think everyone has it. I mean think about it. The air is colder, the sky is grayer.. how is that NOT totally depressing. I, for one, do not want summer to go away. If it would please just stay pretty out, I would be content. Perhaps this is where I decide to move south for the winter. I don't actually think I'd be happier in the south, because, well, it's the south. It's too late, anyway. Fall has already officially taken over, and it feels like it, too.

I'm trying to think of something fun to comment about. I haven't really seen anything cool lately. I saw some kids hunting for pigeons with a big net... but it actually wasn't as entertaining as it sounds. I dreamt the other night that I was flying under the Golden Gate bridge. That was pretty cool. And I owned a mansion. That was also pretty cool, but seeing as it's not factual, it's really not that cool. So I guess I'll have to dig back to that one time back in the spring when I saw a midget on roller blades. That was awesome. Helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads.. and wrist guards. All that on one little midget person. That made my night... way... way back then.

I saw Serenity tonight, for free no less! I really liked it, but then... I like sci fi stuff... especially when it is humorous and cheesy. Apparently it's hard to love this if you really liked the TV series, but seeing as I never saw the TV series, I can't really judge. But if you like cheesy humorous sci-fi that includes a lot of action and attractive people in cool costumes, then this movie is for you. Plus! It kept me on the edge of my seat. The fight scenes are pretty sweet. I know I was curled up into a ball on my seat and my hands were constantly over my face, always SO CLOSE to covering my eyes, but you'd be SO PROUD of me! (if you've ever experienced my reactions to scary movies or thrillers) I didn't cover my eyes, OR SHUT THEM! I was really good and even in the most intense moments, I merely winced like a little girl. No more, no less. Success.

I feel like I should leave you all with a humorous picture.

Before I show you, I should explain. "Prepare you," if you will:

Back in the OLDEN DAYS, aka the mid-80s, or... PRE-SEPTEMBER 11th and this new "helmet" generation of children... planes that flew overseas had little baskets that babies could sleep in. Yup, no seatbelts or car-seat things. We babies flew without safety. Life on the WILD SIDE. DANGER! DANGER! These baskets were attached to the walls. Anyway, the point is... there comes a day in every frequent-flier-baby's life when they OUTGROW these little baskets. Yes, they become TOO BIG, or long, or whatever (and only by a couple INCHES no less!). And are, in turn, miserable.

Now. Parents... especially the loving ones, love to document this misery in hopes of one day looking back and laughing. And laugh we do...

This is me, miserable, on a trip from Singapore to the States.
I don't think I slept... at all.

When I have babies, I want them to yawn like that. Every time.
Hell, I still yawn like that. It's awesome.
I promise I was cuter when I didn't look like a weirdo mutant-baby.

woot! The end!

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Clynch753: hahaha, did rob invite you to be in the I'm A Proud KKK Neo Nazi group

Also, best quotes from Serenity:
"I aim to misbehave"
and
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."

Smeared Black Ink

2005-09-13T22:01:00.000-07:00

I am 100% aware of the fact that I should be doing my incessant Japanese homeworking, but I was distracted by a good many things (how good is that phrase, "a good many things") and decided to blog instead. It is procrastination at it's best. No, actually.. the best is when I work my creative writing skills in my blog and not on my screenwriting homework, which would kill two birds with one stone. No, I prefer kill each bird with ONE stone, thank you very much.

I have been told three times on three different occasions over the weekend that I walk like a badass:

1) "Why do you look like you're about to kill someone when you walk?"
2) "Judging by the way you walk, I think you should be a smoker."
3) "You walk like a badass."

I've been getting this shit for years.. and it still baffles me because I'm not sure if by "badass" they mean thug... which would be so uncool.. or if they mean "hot chick Kill Bill style"... which would be... so kick ass. But seeing as I'm totally unconscious of the way I walk while in the act of walking, I'll pretend it's the kick ass way. That way I don't have to start focusing on walking differently. And people who are afraid of me can just fucking step. (big smiley face)

School's pretty cool so far. I've got two nutty professors (not fat, just crazy) and one with a fake scholarly accent. Not bad. My fourth prof is for screenwriting, and aside from him being ridiculously down to earth, looks like he was plucked right off the streets of L.A.
I could do little summaries of each, but I won't.. except my Japanese professor. Imagine Yoda's voice on the old guy from the Karate Kid. Amazing. You've got Shirakawa. Wax on wax off, sensei.

I have to give a shout out to Keith. Nothing like getting beat while you're down. If anyone is gonna do it, it's Keith. What? Boy problems? His solice: "it's ok, you're a woman and logic was bred out of your gender... but you're being an overanylitical ass." But he does a good job of cutting the crap by telling you that you're crap for taking crap from people. So hey, thanks Keith. Thanks for beating me senseless with words. The world needs more people like you.

Honesty is the new classy.

Dude, this entry was boring.
School is sucking the adventure out of me.
Somebody best start spicing things up before I start doin' it myself.

Back to the Japanese.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Keith B: he's a cheerleader, and thus always gets into the situation of giving the SMOKING hot cheerleaders a back rub (where they don't have their shirts on), and he NEVER takes advantage.
Keith B: we think he's an idiot for it...but whatever
Keith B: see....you need a guy like that
Keith B: but because that's what you need, you're not going to be interested at all
Keith B: because you're a woman

LYRICS OF THE DAY
smeared in black ink
your palms are sweaty
and i'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphault
wondering what's buried underneath

You Remind Me of Home

2005-09-03T14:45:00.000-07:00

It's obviously been a long time since I've posted. I feel like I start every post with that. That's because I'm totally unoriginal. Wooooot.

After the last post, I did nothing but work and, occasionally, party. I even completed that official leap into "stupid-ass-college-kid-gone-wrong" by showing up to a 6am work shift hammered. That was the most horrible shift of my life and I wanted to end said life by the time I was off. But, as you can probably tell, I did not end my life. At all.

Anyway, the last week of August was spent in Portland, Oregon. Ah, the home of my elementary school years. It might be one of the coolest places on earth, and I might eventually put up all my pictures on some sort of webshots-type thing so you can see them. But until then, I'll just have you know that the picture below this entry is taken on Cannon Beach, and the friend I was visiting, Lauren, is the one sitting on the blanket. I love childhood friends. Nomatter how long it's been, they're still the same, and you still really get each other in a way no one else can. But yeah, sunsets on the beach, man... that's why I've gotta move to the west coast again.. sunsets actually hit the horizon.

I won't leave you empty handed, picture-wise, for this particular entry. On the way to the beach, we took a detour and landed in Tillamook, Oregon. Um. Have you ever heard of Tillamook cheese? It comes from Tillamook!! Who would've thought? Anyway we wanted to stop for a map or something that we ended up not needing, but we decide to stop at the cheese factory, which is apparently a big tourist spot for its delicious tasting ice cream! Sadly, Lauren and I were on a two-day "no sugars" bet and the aroma of waffle cones was excrutiatingly painful. And then as we were searching for some kind of travel information center... we see this...

Lauren: Do you want to see the cheesemakers at work?
Me: No.
Lauren: Well it's right here if you do.
Me: (pause) well... what the hell, let's just do it.

So we walk up the staircase, and we see a large glass window that a LOT of people are intently looking through, and behind it is a large room with factory-workers... making cheese. I'm not sure what we expected. Keebler elves or something? But no, these were just random low-wage workers doing their low-wage thing while high-paid tourists pointed and found some sort of fascination in the factory-made-craft of how blocks of cheese are cut and packaged. It was like some kind of sick, ironic, waste of our time. So Lauren and I immediately looked at each other and burst out laughing. No one else was laughing. Just us. Could no one else SEE the IRONY here? Much to our dismay, one of the "cheesemakers" (seriously, doesn't that sound like a magical elf?) looked up at us with these big puppy dog eyes and just kept staring. I can't explain how awful it feels to know that somebody thinks you're laughing at them and their horribley repetitive line of work when you're really laughing at the people who set up the whole attraction, and feeling a little bit sad for the cheesemakers who must have felt, on some level, like animals in a zoo.

But, since they already thought we were laughing at them, we decided to take it one step further and act it out in picture-form.

intriguing process!

look how it moves down the conveyor belt!

Anyway, that was just one of the many entertaining random events on our trip. Maybe if you're lucky I'll tell you about our underwear on the beach event.

THERE IS NO QUOTE OF THE DAY
"go cry about it" -me.

2005-08-31T23:10:00.000-07:00

Cannon Beach

Cat Lady Lovin'

2005-08-10T21:11:00.000-07:00

So. My dad called me on Sunday from the San Francisco airport to tell me that he was on his way to Hong Kong. My family is officially THERE, to live.. for at least the next two years. I miss my dad. I miss his phone calls, where he talks to me and simultaneously loses Matt at Legoland and keeps telling Connor that hitting is "not ok." Sigh, oh how I will miss the chaos. I miss my little Conman. And... I guess I miss Matt and Jay too. hah.. just KIDDING!! kinda. But they want me to do video messenging over the internet "so we can SEE you!" How creepy is that? I'll be watching my computer talking to my dad as Connor runs through the background in flames and Matthew falls down laughing with a blow torch and Janese is screaming out yoga positions to keep herself together. Actually, Connor would probably have the blow torch and Matt would be in flames. That would be a little funnier to picture. And more likely.

So apparently my cousin Nick reads my blogs. He's, correct me if I'm wrong, 11. He IMs me the other day, "so i just read your blog thing. it's weird but cool in a way." ROCK. ON. That's what I like to hear. Overlook the mild profanity, young people. I am still a class act role model. Youuuu BETCHA.

I went to the Museum of Science with Christian today. That was super exciting. I learned about the Coral Reef.. AND THAT IT'S DYING!!!!! Just like every other natural thing on this planet. I mean seriously, every nature show is basically like, "Look how beautiful mother nature is. Yeah? Do you like it? Do you? It's pretty awesome, isn't it? Well.. IT'S DYING!!! DEATH!! We're KILLING IT! MURDER! MURDER! RED RUM MURDER!!!" And I cry. Because I can't save the coral reef. I would like to, but if I touch it, it will die. And I will be eaten by sharks. I can't stop the jellyfish population. Ok? I can't. I'm sorry, nature man. I'll stop polluting as much as I can. I'll buy one of your fancy hybrid cars. When I'm rich I'll give you some money so you can do more research to tell us about how we're still killing everything natural. But I cannot save the coral reef. I will cry myself to sleep tonight if I have to, but will it help? No. This is deliciously pessimistic, is it not? One day I'll try to find a way to single handedly save the planet. Just you wait and see, mr. nature man. Until then, I'll cry for you and your people. So anyway, YEAH! The Museum of Science was a lot of fun. And the Omni theatre is super cool. And it was a good day! :) smiley face.

Stacey will be visiting me in less than a week. You have NO idea how this excites me. Everytime I think about it, I do a little dance. I bet you wish you had that much power over me.

To finish off, Tony... since you've been gone, Kelly Clarkson has been able to breathe for the first time. Looks like the restraining order is working. Good luck with that one.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
KyllyansRed: I can't stand when people "lol." It in no way looks to me like laughter.
Loller Hockey: l o l
KyllyansRed: HEY.
Loller Hockey: l o ...l
Loller Hockey: l ...o l
Loller Hockey: I'm playing pong
Loller Hockey: l o.....l
Loller Hockey: l.......l
.....................o
Loller Hockey: fuck

ten points for creativity.

Shiver Me Timbers, Thar's a Hole in This Here Boat!

2005-07-31T21:41:00.000-07:00

It strikes me that I have not written here in a long time. Or so it seems. What can I say, I've gotten all swept up in the summer. And rightly so. Good things have come of this summer so far. The car, or the pirate, as I fondly like to refer to it, has been amazing. I think I've spent almost every weekend in the 'burbies/beachtowns of northern Mass. Summers should not belong to cities. Summers belong to beaches and wooded areas. So now I can adequately say that I feel like I've been enjoying SUMMER for what it is: hot, sunny, and out-of-doors.

Alas, the Pirate caught scurvy recently (and so did I for that matter). On Thursday I brought it up to my uncles so he could check the brakes out (because I noticed they seemed shady) and he gave me a lesson in brake-checkage. Wow, were theyyy fucked. My mom forbade me to drive until they were fixed, and rightly so. Because I ended up moving the car a good six feet for convenience purposes, and one of the brake pads just up and fell off. WHAT. This Pirate was walking the plank. (do you like my clever metaphors? they're so corny and delicious) So I went back up there today and figured out that the caliPer is friggen pissing me off. Yeah, we figured out that it was pissing me off... that's not vague or anything. Anyway it's annoying, and it's gonna be another week before we have the time to get it back together. Oh well. Mild hiatus for the scurvy-ridden drunkard.

Speaking of scurvy, on Thursday I radomly felt my throat constricting and my glands swelling and I thought it was kinda weird, and then I started to lose feeling in my extremeties... all in a matter of an hour. And before you know it I was suffering through cold sweats, but totally in denial of the fact until it was too late. I just happened to be up at my mom's/uncle's places (for the Pirate) when all of this occurred, and I was forbidden to return home until adequate care was recieved (woooo!). This means I got to be taken care of, which HAS to be the best thing ever. Honestly, I love taking care of people that I love when they are sick, so it's only natural that I love to be taken care of by people that I love when I am sick. And that's how I spent my Friday. On the couch, with popsicles and a TV handy. I watched so much TV, it was disgusting. I think I watched like over two hours on the Travel Channel about America's most haunted places. I love those kinds of shows. The only problem is that I watched them directly before taking lots of meds and falling asleep... so in the process of falling asleep I was totally dilusional and drugged and my imagination was fixated on hauntings. So, you can see how this is not a good position to be in.

Needless to say, I survived. In fact, I survived so well that I'm actually not sick anymore. And there is definitely something to be said for that. If someone had told me Friday that I would have been better by Sunday, I would have punched them in the mouth. But they would have been telling the truth, and I would have felt bad, in hindsight, for my wrong-doings.

No pictures this time. Don't cry. I'll pull some more out next time just for kicks. I know you've been requesting more. Just lay off, ok? Pictures are a process. I don't have that kind of time right now. Feel lucky you got this excellent little burst of insight into my current state of mind/life. That should tie you over. You can't have EVERYTHING. You can't BE me. But don't let that stop you from wishing to be me... because there's nothing wrong with that. Nope. Not in the slightest. Ok I'm outtie, this is getting boring.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: killian.
ohnoimashrimp: we haven't spoken in a while
ohnoimashrimp: i miss your sweet typing...
ohnoimashrimp: the chime of every message sent to me, and only me...
ohnoimashrimp: and that fat little grey thing i can only imagine is your idea of a penis that dances for me when we speak
ohnoimashrimp: god speed, noble woman. come back to me

Hickory Dickory Dock

2005-07-11T22:57:00.000-07:00

Are you ready for this update? I sure hope so, because it is complete with pictures GALORE. Thank god for fun pictures. Nothing like it when you're bored on a random afternoon.

So first order of business... I HAVE A CAR!!! AN AWESOME CAR!! I love it. It makes me happy like whoa. I thought I would simulate my car-thoughts through pictures.

Above, you see the kind of car that most people would love to own
(myself included...).

Below, you will see something far different.

This is my baby blue bomber.
If it was a human being, it would be a pirate.

I'm really happy I get to own a beater car. You know why?

BUMPER STICKERS!!!! Bumper stickers is a sweetness I have never tasted until now. And it's moderately sweet. Still sweet enough to make up for the rusting doors.

So Neda and I decided to take my baby blue bomber out for a wild weekend adventure, and wow did we have fun. It consisted of an awesome beaching day and some amazing food and a crisp pool and a fat man on a lawn chair.
Take note:

I finally got my pictures from Le Family Reunion circa June 2005.
I must show you Indiana's charm. And in doing so, you must be aquainted with Smokey.
Good ol' Smokey.

And now, I must show you how Indiana brings out the hick in me.
Coca-cola in the glass bottles just taste better.
My aunt told me I reminded her of the girl from Dukes of Hazard on this particular day...
so I figured I'd run with it. Fast and far.

Note the wheat grass. And the dirty bare feet.
YEAH HICK!!!! wooooo!
Sadly, that's like my proudest moment of the summer.

There are really so many pictures to share, and I promise I'm trying to spare you... but I've got two more.

You HAVE to meet the coolest kid under the age of 5 before your life is over. He rocks. I might be obsessively in love with him. But I think I just like the fact that he loves me like whoa. But nevertheless...
I told Connor to make an angry face at the camera, and holy crap...
the kid is a child prodigy when it comes to the "angry face."

I mean LOOK AT THAT!
Dude, I couldn't ask for a cooler little brah. He makes my angry face look like shit.
And yeah, I did say brah.

And last but not least, my moment of glory at my aunt's wedding...
shootin' hoops in a dress.

MMM baby there ain't no better way to roll. I know what you're thinking. You think I'm tacky!! Basketball at a wedding... who does that??
Listen, if there was a basketball court next to your aunt's wedding reception and you were full of cranberry vodka mix's, you'd have followed my lead. We don't judge here. So take your judgin' eyes elsewhere, bitches. omg jk bfff whats the 411 on the 24/7 and i <3>

THE END!

Instant Pleasure

2005-07-05T04:43:00.000-07:00

So I would talk about this recent family reunion I had, but we're gonna have to save that for when I get my pictures from my cousin... because they are trapped on her computer out in Colorado, and she is computer illiterate, so it might take a while before I get them. Sad face.

But I was going through some of the pictures I took at the very beginning of summer and I came across the ones of me and Penny. Penny was my best friend in Tokyo, and it had been thirteen years since we had actually seen each other when we met up here in Boston. How wicked coool is that? We rock at keeping in occasional touch and then totally meeting up and reuniting. Turns out I picked way cool friends back as a little tyke. And we took some pictures to compare and contrast. So I thought I'd share them with you, because I know you like it, you voyer, you.

can you guess which one is me? the one on the right? oh, so close, so close...

YEAH school uniforms! ow ow. and look how sloppy i look. can I mention that I HATED those stupid blue sweaters? My mom forced me to wear it for that picture.

thirteen crazy years later. wicked cool.

In more recent news, (and in relation to this whole Asia-reunion theme I'm on right now) my dad is officially moving to Hong Kong. Not much more to say on that, other than I'll have a free ride back into Asia come Christmas, and that's nice. I wish it was Tokyo, but that's o-tay. So now the little bros are gonna have a similar experience that michael and I had, and that's good for them, I think... but I'm obviously biased.

Now let's focus on some even MORE recent news, and not on Asia. America. Happy Birthday? I don't think anyone actually cares that it's a day to celebrate one more year of independence from England.. it's more of like.. National Barbeque and Fireworks Day. Let's not remind ourselves that the grounds for this country's existence lay in the desire for separation of church and state... something we might want to get back in touch with (cough). Anyway, the fireworks on the esplanade were awesome. Next year I want ALL of my friends to be here so that we can all drink up and go have fun and it will be even more awesome. This year was more like me and Neda getting hassled by drunk dudes as we wandered aimlessly through the crowds... but that alone makes for a pretty funny time. Honestly so much fun was had tonight, and that makes me happy. woo for being happy.

Before I go, instead of a QUOTE OF THE DAY, I would like to make a statement to all people who take pictures of fireworks: DON'T. Honestly. What are you thinking? I was once naive and retarded, as you are today. But I was 12, so it was understandable... but you? You should know better. Do you really think you're going to get that picture back and say to yourself "holy crap, do you remember this firework? wow, this one was better than the one directly before it that looked ALMOST like this one but not quite. let's frame this so we can remember how magical this one firework was for us." No. No. You won't. You'll get back that picture and say "wow. this does absolutely nothing for me. what was I thinking? why didn't I listen to that girl who has that blog who warned me of this? She's so awesome... I should really do everything she says. Especially when it comes to picture taking. Wow I wish she was here right now so I could give her a great big bear hug and maybe a high-five just for kicks, and then I'll buy her a fancy dinner and take her to the theatre and we'll sit under the stars, and fireworks will light the sky because my love for her is so powerful, and I'll take out my camera to capture the moment and... AHH!!!" (electroshock therapy works wonders) So you'll decide against taking the picture because it won't be anything like the real thing, and you'll thank me for it in the end, even having suffered high voltage shocks of electricity that may or may not have burned your skin in strange but fun shapes (like the playboy bunny!).
Yes, that's exactly how it will play out.

Michael tells me that he worries about my mental health. To that, I say... the "chael" part of his name looks funny. and it always has, and it always will.

I've Got Two Pennies For You

2005-06-18T02:14:00.000-07:00

I know you've all been waiting for it. I saw Batman Begins. I'm still semi-depressed that I waited two days after it came out to actually see it, but it was to trek it to the IMAX theatre... and can I just say, it was worth the thirty minute drive, the awfully long wait in line, AND the climbing over fat people. We sat RIGHT in the center of the theatre and oh my god it was HUGE, it was overwhelming, you could feel the bass rock you in your seats. It was incredible. Christian Bale rocked it, as I knew he would. Is there anything the man can't do? NO. There isn't.

The movie itself? Absolutely fantastic. The directing choices were dead-on, the story focused on character development, and the realism gave it that dark and cynical edge that they had lost with the last couple Batman movies. Cillian Murphy was fantastic as Scarecrow. He's definitely an actor to keep your eye on.. I've called that one since Intermission. But I don't like that he's in an upcoming horror flick, that's a career turn off for ya. Either way I think he can make it through. I like how they made Scarecrow (and everybody, i guess) a believable "real" person. The realism thing was just so cool... and that's weird for me to say because I've never really thought of myself as an advocate of the realism-in-cinema movement. But they just made it work. There was enough fantasy and fiction to make it surreal... they just kind of used realist means to get there, which is, in my opinion, the perfect blue-print for a quality movie.

Not a fan of Katie Holmes, but I never have been. She was alright for the part, but her retarded Dawson's Creek acting sets, like that god forsaken half-smile, would show up and totally made me want to punch her. She's just annoying, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was difficult to act with her. Something tells me she doesn't give a lot to work with. But hey, I could be wrong. No big. She didn't ruin the movie at all. She was decent. She just has her moments.

Um.. Michael Caine. Always good. He and Morgan Freeman just seem like they were having so much fun. Honestly they totally upped the value of this film. Their scenes housed some of the best little moments.

So overall I obviously liked it and I could write like a thesis on it if I had the time, but um, in short, it was awesome. Very dark, and Bruce Wayne's cynical sense of humor and witty bantor with Fox and Alfred just rocked. So good. I can't wait to watch this movie again... and again... and again. And I'm way happy that there are more lined up.

It's been thirteen years of fun-loving obsessive fandome and I don't think I'll ever get sick of it. :)
I am, I have been, and I always will be in love with Christian Bale.
And no one can take that away from me.
w00t!

rock.
go see Batman Begins.

I'll play Bobby and you'll play Whitney

2005-06-15T20:02:00.000-07:00

My mom left me a voicemail the other day to let me know that Christian Bale was being interviewed on National Public Radio. I missed the call, obviously, and that was sad, but it was so cute how she was so excited for me. My mommy loves me. I ended up listening to the interview from NPR.com. I don't know exactly how or what that man does for me, but he's been doin' it since I was eight years old and let me tell you... I don't see it stopping any time soon. This is one obsession I really don't mind owning up to.

So today is opening day for Batman Begins! Yes, I've been waiting two years for this, but no, I am not going today. Why, you ask? Why?? Because I have tickets to see it at the IMAX theatre in Natick (30 minutes away), and my ride is only available on Friday. But it is going to be SO worth it.

Ok you'll hear more about that after I see it.
Father's Day is coming up and I am going to be giving the ULTIMATE Father's Day present... flying into Chicago! Ok actually I didn't know the 19th was Father's Day when I made the flight reservation, but hey it's a perk, and now I can get away with just baking cookies as a gift. woot. But they are going to be the best damn cookies you have ever laid your eyes on (or tasted). I bake with LOVE, baby. Honestly, it's kind of scary how much love i put into my cooking. LOVE.

I finally got that database entry job, so I can work from home and make loads of dough! Sweet jesus! My dad said that Jamie (my boss/dad's business partner), called him up to express his shock at how quickly I learned the program. Ok, really that just makes me wonder who else is working for this guy. But it's ok, he can think I'm smart. I have no problem with it. I'm pretty sure he's just sucking up to my dad anyway.

My dad: So he thinks you're pretty smart. Keep up that fa-kade, ok?
(we have this dumb joke where we pronouce facade as fa-kade when we want to act overtly intellectual.. because irony is funny, bitch.)

My dad (cont): I told him you were single, but you wouldn't date him because you don't go for guys with dead-end jobs.
(get it? cuz Jamie's my dad's partner YEAH self-depricating twist!... and wait since when does Dad throw around my marital status with business partners? "i need an adult, i need an adult!"...)

Speaking of, I wonder if Jamie is hot. I think he's young. I'll have to ask. That won't be creeptastic or anything.

Anyway so this has been fun, I'm sure. I might be the only one who appreciates my dad's random "slightly cynical with the rubber-chicken punch line" sense of humor, but imagine that multiplied by 4 (yes we had to rent FOUR) houses filled with the extended fam and you get a week of the killian family reunion of fun! oh MAN I'm pumped.

Hide and Seek

2005-06-06T18:56:00.000-07:00

OK i've got pictures this time! I know, that rocks.. unless you don't enjoy pictures, then I'm sorry. But I went up to Sunapee, NH last weekend and it was so good. So I thought I'd try to share the good feelings by spreading the goodness that is Lake Sunapee. It feels like the summer is flying by but at the same time hasn't really started yet. It's weird.

Story time!
This house is haunted:

No lie. Our family used to do a yearly reunion at this house, and almost every room in the upstairs is haunted. And the worst part is that it's haunted by a LITTLE GIRL. Creepy! I know. I can't even begin to explain some of the stories. Beds shaking, little girl sightings, the dog barking at this old picture of a little girl that came with the house. Yeah they eventually closeted that picture, and rightly so. But it's uber scary. I do NOT do well with that kind of thing. I'm actually kinda surprised that I have never seen her, because for some reason I always see weird shit like that (hence my intense fear of scary movies.. but that's a different story for a different time), but I've also never slept in any of the bedrooms on the second floor, where all the sightings are. I realize that this sounds like some weird story you'd see on the history channel or something, but really. There are SO MANY stories told by so many members of my family. And it's always the same girl.

This is the bench that Colleen and I were sitting on when we were ATTACKED by a flock of swarming bats a couple years back:

That reminds me, I'm SO PUMPED for Batman Begins. If only Christian Bale had attacked us on that bench. If only..

This is me and the sun making out:

Look at that ass. mmm baby.

This is me thinking "hi mom, I look grubby and sweaty and gross, so tell me again why this picture is a good idea? What? Oh, I'm sorry.. didn't you say sabotage? I thought you said sabotage. oops":

This is my awesome sand shadow. I rock. It's like a dog... or a wolf... or something.

Ok, I admit I could have done better with that one.

The next are just pretty. I really love how green everything is, it's almost unnatural looking it's so vibrant. And the boat is made of recycled stuff! How sweet is that? yeah eco-friendly! And.. I don't know, I just liked the look of these. I figure if I can look at it and feel relaxed, maybe you can too. So feel good, ok? Thanks.

Sorry if this was boring. But sometimes pictures make for an easier read. I'll update again soon with some fun and random stories. Like how there was a fish carcus in the garbage at the gym last week. Yeah you read that right. Dead fish... under the desk... at fitrec. Good times are being had by all.

Such a Basket Case

2005-05-29T20:00:00.000-07:00

Go see Crash. Don't ask questions, just go see it. This blog is totally totalitarian, alright? You have no say. That "comments" section is just there to keep the facade that you have something to contribute. So deal with it and see the movie.

Yeah, not sure why I just wrote that. Mr. Hyde moment. But seriously, Crash was a really well written movie. And the thing I like about it is that it doesn't offer any answers. It's like a movie about how people's lives affect each other, and it just so happens to be racially charged. And honestly the writing just blew me away. It's funny because there are so many race jokes that everyone in the theatre laughs at because they've heard them all before, even though it's like.. bad? I don't know how to explain it. But you sit there laughing when these people are mouthing off at each other. So! In short, it's got a lot of funny moments, but a lot of intense moments, too... which basically makes it my kind of movie. Intensity rocks.

Then I saw I Heart Huckabees. I liked it, but I can see how a lot of people didn't. It's a modern day farse for sure, which I think is pretty cool. I feel like you don't see many farses these days. But it has that existentialist theme, which I just love. Because I'm all about that. So if you can get through the confusion and get the humor, then yeah it's a quality flick. Wow, didn't mean to turn this blog into a film review thing, but I've got to live up to the film major stereotype every once in a while. Ok, honestly this summer is all about catching up on movies I missed. I still have soooo many to see... ahhhh. But can I afford Netflix? I wishhhh. That's why I need that job.

SPEAKING OF. I'm still crossing my fingers on the cafe dealie. I talked to the lady and she said they'd start calling people this week.. so. um. CROSS THE FINGERS. and the toes. mm hmm. that's right.

Tomorrow the sun is supposed to come out again. This makes me happy. I think I will go for a long bike ride. Because I can. I wish I had some funny story to tell you. OH! Here's one. The kids in the ghetto housing next to my apartment building are starting to sell lemonade. I'm pretty sure they do this all summer. And yesterday Neda and I were held at WATER-GUN point and were told "buy our lemonade or we'll shoot!" So now I pretty much hate walking that way. Lousy lemonade stand. I'm gonna get soaked every day.

And this is just the beginning. It's not even June yet. Something tells me that this is going to be an adventurous summer. And that's just my style, baby.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
(you're gonna need some back up info)
NovaStar K = my brother, Mike
Megan = our super religious cousin, age 21
Brandyn = her super religious new HUSBAND, age 20

NovaStar K: im driving down with megan and brandyn
NovaStar K: so that should be fun
NovaStar K: im getting my topics of conversation together now
NovaStar K: im trying to decide if i want to stay away from the controversial topics or hit on them intentionally

i love it.

You Had Time To Waste And I'm Not Sorry

2005-05-24T17:55:00.000-07:00

So I think I still have a shot at working The Other Side Cafe. I finally got up the nerve to call them today and the woman I'm supposed to talk to is going to be in tomorrow so I'll call back then. This is my CHANCE people! I better rock it hard. Think positive thoughts for me. POSITIVE THOUGHTS!!! DO IT! please?

Ok so the rain can kiss my finely-crafted behind. It is making me exhausted, but oh it hasn't gotten the best of me yet. I'll show you Seasonal Affectivenessorwhateveritscalled Disorder. I'llll show youuu.

Wow am I void of interesting topics or WHAT? Let's talk about my weekend. It has come to my attention that there are SO many movies I have to see. Guide to the Galaxy, Crash, Star Wars Episode III, and like every other movie I missed last year. I finally saw The Incredibles while cuddling up to my favorite blanket and sucking on some peppermint patties. Great movie. Loved it. I actually might go watch it now. But what I'm reaalllly exited for is BATMAN BEGINS which comes out June 15. It honestly makes me feel dirty just thinking about it. Check out what Boston's Metro had to say about it.
"The word around Hollywood is that Bale is hands-down the best "Batman" of them all. No word yet on what Michael Keaton thinks about that assessment. We'll ask him at the "Herbie" premiere."
Amazing. I've got nothing against Keaton, he was great. But my long-term obsession with Christian Bale defeats my respect for Keaton. This movie is going to rock. It's also got Cillian Murphy which just has my name all over it (hah.. get it? cuz it's like my name -Cillian is pronounced like Killian- and my mom's maiden name, Murphy.. cuz.. i'm.. so.. clever..) Anyway I'm pumped.

I went to MIT to see Kyle's swim meet on Saturday morning which was a fun little excursion, ended up walking all the way home, which was nice too. BUT the story here is that as I was getting lost trying to find the pool at MIT (who knew they had athletic facilities..) I saw a sign that said "This way to KILLIAN COURT" and I was like "rock!" but alas, that was not the right way to go. Bummer, right? Depends on how you look at it. Anyway so later I was telling Josh and it turns out he totally stole me one of those signs when he was at MIT like three weeks ago. How CRAZY is that? I just thought it was one of those weird coincidences, but totally fun because now I have a sign from MIT hanging in my room.. with my name on it. (wow what are all these puns about my name today?)

Alright well I'll update again soon, I'm sure. Especially if I get this job. I need this job. GIVE ME THIS JOB. Ok i'm done, sorry. No more spaz attacks. Well, no I can't make that promise. BUT WAIT before I go, since I'm about to go watch round 2 of The Incredibles, here is my favorite quote from that movie thus far.
the mom: "Everybody's special."
Dash: "That's just another way of saying no one is."
Oh Disney and Pixar, you've created a masterwork of consumerist art.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
HiSpeedLoDragAF: killian
__________________________________________________
Auto response from KyllyansRed: so idle right now.
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HiSpeedLoDragAF: I'm wearing nothing but a towel
HiSpeedLoDragAF: take me
HiSpeedLoDragAF: I'm ready

HiSpeedLoDragAF: killian
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Auto response from KyllyansRed: so idle right now.
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HiSpeedLoDragAF: I'm wearing a band shirt and khaki shorts
HiSpeedLoDragAF: ankle socks too
HiSpeedLoDragAF: I'm ready and willing
HiSpeedLoDragAF: take me to bed or lose me forever
HiSpeedLoDragAF: yea, I quoted Top Gun
HiSpeedLoDragAF: meg ryan's role
HiSpeedLoDragAF: fuckin' when Goose died I cried, seriously
HiSpeedLoDragAF: you can blog that
HiSpeedLoDragAF: all of it
HiSpeedLoDragAF: DARE YOU

He dared me... and I cried too Tony, don't worry.

Walk This Way

2005-05-16T13:30:00.000-07:00

stacey345: for my class today, which sucked by the way, we had to say who we would have dinner with, if we could have dinner with anyone dead or alive
stacey345: and guess who i said!
KyllyansRed: haha who?!
stacey345: you!
KyllyansRed: ahhhh!!! i love it!
stacey345: haha
KyllyansRed: i feel so honored
stacey345: as you should
stacey345: i mean you got picked over PICASSO or other such artists/writers
KyllyansRed: haha i know i was going to guess Gertrude or something cool like that
stacey345: well you are cool like that

Wow, I am cool like that. I love best friends. And may I mention that I IM'd her at the EXACT SECOND that she returned from being away? (I timestamped it, bitches) YEAH, we're awesome. I want to see the girl whose middle name is Perry. So visit me damnit. And we can go out to dinner. And fulfill your classroom wish thing. Haha, man, Stacey is like the funniest person to pick me over Picasso. That's so hardcore to embarrass yourself in front of your class by just rejecting the idea of dining with an art genius to dine with your best friend. But I would do it for her, too. When she does visit I'm going to have to make sure I dine her better than Picasso would. Maybe I'll prepare a 3D food sculpture of some kind and dye it with blue food coloring and call it "Blue Food." GET IT?! It rhymes with "Blue Nude!" Oh man, maybe I AM a genius. Yeah, one day people who don't know me are gonna wish they could have dinner with me. UHH!

Anyway so not being home in Chicago for the summer is weird. But not weird at the same time because it's kind of like out of sight out of mind. Except that I know that as soon as it gets hot I'm going to wish for cool nights by Jon's bonfires or 4th of July trips to the city or.. or... oh no.. I'm gonna miss out on RAVINIA! Well, I'm going to stop right there and just not think about such things before I go crazy. Boston is a nice place to be in the summer, and if I figure out a way to get this car in July, I'm so going to be driving up to the beaches all the time. All. The. Time. This summer has so much potential... especially if I get some VISITORS! Hint hint wink wink. And a job. That might be good. Hint hint wink wink (to the gods of employment)

I had a really good story for you guys today but in my vanity about this whole dinner thing I forgot it. But can I just mention before I go that Jeff won an electric guitar in some raffle and he doesn't know how to play it yet? Luck is such a good thing to have, Jeff. Don't lose it. Hmm.. what was my story about? Shite. Last night I was watching some stand-up on Comedy Central and this one guy was talking about how the Apollo missions always go down when there's a black guy on board, so he was like "I'm starting to think NASA stands for Niggers Ain't Supposed to be Astronauts." I thought that was funny. So clever, so clever. Sigh. Still can't remember that awesome story I had lined up for you. Looks like you guys are OUT of luck. Except for Jeff, who still has that electric guitar.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Loller Hockey: cuz you're my laaaaaaaaaaaaday!
Loller Hockey: yeah, i'm new at this REAL job thing, i always used to work at this kiddie day camp
KyllyansRed: hahah thats fun
KyllyansRed: did you lead the arts and crafts section?
Loller Hockey: and what if i did?
Loller Hockey: p.s. http://apnews.myway.com/article/20050516/D8A3V3381.html
Loller Hockey: THEYRE TRYING TO KEEP US APART

Wow, not allowed to HUG? But hugging is like my favorite pasttime activity!
Well, sorta. ...You know what I mean.
Hugging is awesome.

Oh My Whoa

2005-05-14T16:53:00.000-07:00

Ok so everyone is officially leaving me! Actually, not everyone. I've still got Nicole. And Danny. And some other people... but only those that I sorta know but don't really know. So I'm cleaning my room because it absolutely collapsed under the stress of finals. Then I got tired of it and started blogging.

I am tired of talking about me all the time. You are tired of it, too. I can tell. So I am going to talk about other people. Today I am going to talk about the really annoying girl I had to work with. I hate to stereotype, and in all honesty, I always thought I was really easy going and chill with just about anybody. But this girl, she was an honest stereotype. The daddy's girl CGSer who is going to transfer into COM to major in PR. It was like talking to a wall. A wall who could spit all sorts of knowledgable facts out about celebreties and the truths and falseties behind their rumors. Not because she knows the celebreties, but because she just knows. I don't know why I wanted to choke her when she started talking about how amazing Jane Fonda is, but I did. I just did. Normally I don't think it would bother me, but she was so damn retarded about it. If you disagreed with her about how amazing Jane Fonda looks, she would get mad. MAD. She was honestly sad for me when she realized I didn't have a dining plan. I think she doesn't understand that people can cook for themselves. She interrupted all of my conversations with the other girl I was working with, who was really cool, to toss medicine balls back and forth so that we could get an upper body workout while on the job. She wasted no time talking about fat and ugly people and justifying how her dad refuses to hire either. And listen, that's fine. But you, my single serving work friend, are kinda chubby and not the best looking plate in the china cabinet. So I just... I don't... it... I don't underSTAND! People like this breed so often.

And don't get me wrong. I don't hate people. I just hate most of them. And it's not really hate as much as it is confusion and disgust. But really I mean, hey, we've all got glitches. It's just that I know so many cool people out there, and sometimes I lose myself in the thought that everyone is cool, when in fact, very few people are cool. I think I'll just stay in my bubble and ignore all of those weirdo annoying folks. They all have one thing in common: raging insecurity, covered up with over-confidence. Talk about destructive.

I'm already missing all of the cool people from around here that I love.
Here's to the start of something new. ahh, i hope it's a good one. I have a feeling it will be, once I get over the intial transitional shock. So good luck to everyone dealing with transitional shock. Gooooood luck.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
lzhang323: walk around in the underwear and such

DUNZO

2005-05-10T11:19:00.000-07:00

High on the fact that my stress is flying out the window, but nervous about the fact that it will come back as soon as I realize that I have to get my shit together for summer, I've decided to post. Because I have this problem. And I think it's serious. I have this inability to nap during the day. It all started way back when I was still sleeping in a crib. I refused to nap. In fact, once, I refused so much that I threw up all over the carpet in a fit of rage. (actually, that wasn't just once, that was a strategy I adapted over time) Pretty cool, I know. And granted like every once in a blue moon I'll fall asleep when it's light out, I just can't do it whenever I want to. So I've thought a lot about it, and I think I have a phobia. A ridiculous phobia, yes, but a phobia nonetheless. I think I have this random fear that if I sleep during the day, I'll be missing out and one day I'll look back and realize that I have slept through most of my life. I mean come on it's bad enough we sleep for like 1/3 of our lives. But to use the DAY time to engage in hermit-like activities? No thank you.

I kind of want to burn some of my study notes. Anyone have a fireplace?

I think this race to study for finals, and my incessant camping out at the GSU had turned me into the most bitter person ever to have set foot in... well.. at least in this apartment. And it really doesn't help that all of these random circumstances that were out of my control kept repeatedly kicking me in the ass. Listen, WORLD, when I'm freaking out about one aspect of my life (aka finals) I really don't need other aspects of my life showing up and wreaking havoc. But thanks, life, thanks for adding that in there, I know I'm a lot of fun to fuck with.

It's all good. Now that finals are over, I really don't care about those other havoc-wreaking things. Instead, I'm looking forward to SUN and maybe a beater CAR with bumper stickers and the windows down and BEACHES and... in the more short term sense, my film screening. Actually, it's funny. I'm like way happy to be in the screening, but I hate watching my stuff in front of people. Not to say I'm the only one who gets like that. BUTTTTT it still blows. I get all grimacy and overly critical and sink down into my chair until it's over, and then I'm fine. But I just think it's funny because I've been told that I always look disgusted when I'm watching my stuff on screen, and that's not really good PR, is it? No.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
CamusMcHugh: my class is scheduled for 12:30
CamusMcHugh: and yet, mysteriously, the final is set for nine.

You'd think the people who plan this stuff would realize that the kids in the 12:30 class picked 12:30 because their brains can't function properly any earlier. I think it's a sick joke that the administration likes to play. Finals shouldn't be allowed before 11am.

Sweet Temptation: Thong Tha-Thong Thong Thong

2005-05-02T23:44:00.000-07:00

Before you read beyond this point, it is crucial that you understand how amazing I am. I totally finished my 12 page term paper BEFORE 11pm on the night before it was due. That means I can go to sleep and actually SLEEP and feel rested for tomorrow's festivities (ie: classes). Listen, if you didn't already know that I was somehow capable of being a winner, know it now.

So I'm just sitting here thinking of a title for my brilliant work of intellectual art (that's sarcasm there, incase you aren't picking up on it) and I figured I'd post. Because let's face it, we're all really sick of the Fall Out Boy post. Don't try to humor me. You hate it. Let's get over it and move on.

This leads us to a funny segway. I saw some kid walking down the street today, and recognized him as "falloutboy boy" -a label we gave him last year because he was wearing a falloutboy t-shirt. Anyway, the point is, he was wearing girl's jeans, which, okay, it's a fashion trend, I get it.. but WOW it made him waddle like a friggen DUCK. If you're GOING to wear girl's jeans, boys, wear girl's jeans that FIT you. Yeah I'm addicted to CAPS... big whoop, wanna fight about it?

I interrupt this program to explain that Megan is currently throwing expired Calcium Chews at Neda, who was JUST hit in the head and is now actually proceeding to pick up the chews and give them back to Megan. Neda is now suggesting titles for my term paper. So far "Thong, tha-thong thong thong" and "Sweet Temptation: Super Moisturizing Lotion" have been offered. This is why Neda gets things thrown at her all the time.

The amount of laughter that has occurred in this apartment tonight is incredible. I'm not even going to go into it because you would totally not think it was funny because it's not that kind of funny. BUT I think you should all know, and some of you already do, that I have major spaz attacks... and if you're ever lucky enough witness one, you WILL fall to your knees laughing.
Example: Loren's first account of the adrenaline-rush-scream had her on the floor in under a second.
Tonight it was the "oh my god I'm waiting for the scary climactic moment of your clown story and I'm already freaking out from the possible scenarios that I've already cultivated in my head" spaz attack. The adrenaline one is the best, and most embarrassing, but wow the pre-freak-out spaz attack is good. It's too bad I can't control it.

So now I'm gonna go celebrate my productivity with some FINDING NEMO with Neda and Sharyn.
"I am ashamed." -best line EVER. And the way Jaques WALKS with his little legs.. oh my god amazing.

P.S. Ed Norton was on TV today and it sparked memories of American History X and how frigging amazing he was in that movie, and how badass he was... listen, I don't care if he was a neo-Nazi, he is a total turn on and it really just reaffirms my summer goal to seduce a guy with sleeve tattoos. ahhhh random goals are too much fun. See BiH? The summer of sexy is ON.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
MjoegoldIZ: then i can teach you!
MjoegoldIZ: and not be mean about it like you once were to me
KyllyansRed: haha i wasnt mean!
MjoegoldIZ: ha you were too! you were yelling at me and i still have a scar on my back from when you slashed me brutally with your belt which was leather and had been conviently been soaking in water for 2 days prior

I'm feeling gutsy and over indulgent...

KittinMitn: baby I'll give it to you better than you could ever hope to dream
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Auto response from KyllyansRed: give it to me good
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Holy Illegal Activities, Batman!

2005-04-25T12:27:00.000-07:00

While it's all fresh in my mind, I thought I'd write about the amazing Fall Out Boy/Academy Is adventure. Because it literally FIXED me. So I get a phone call from Bill at around 5pm and he's like "get your asses over here because it's an early show and I want to see you" and I explain that I just found out that the show was sold out which was a total shock and bummer for Megan and I. And he's like "I don't care we'll find a way to get you in." So Megan and I head over to the Avalon and we walk behind it because Bill told us he'd sneak us in back. We call him and he doesn't pick up. So we're like "um.. fuck?" And then this huge security guard starts asking us what we're doing and we totally play it off all cool but it doesn't go over well so we get escorted to the front of the building and just chill. And then we hear it. The Academy Is is totally on stage and we're sitting out front listening through the doors. It was such a let down. I mean we got to hear them but it sucked and security was really tight and can I just say for the record that security at the Avalon is ridiculous? They are all on such power trips it's disgusting. But anyway, so we sit. And we wait until the set is over. And it's cold.

And then Bill calls, and explains how we just missed him and he's totally sorry, etc. Then he comes out and we have our BHS reuinion moments and it's cool but he tells us that he can't sneak us in because the security is bitchy about bands letting people in. Ok, for those of you who know Bill... you understand. But then Adam comes out and we have another BHS reunion of sorts and it's still friggen cold outside so Adam, Megan, and I pile into the tour van while Bill goes off to do some interview. And we're chillin and talking and all that good stuff and Megan and I are talking about just going home because no one can get us in and it's damn cold and we can just meet up with the Academy boys later after the show. Then I see Pete from Fall Out Boy, who Megan used to be chummy with, (and who never remembers me every time I meet him) and Adam is like "oh man I bet he'd love to see you" so we get out of the van. But by the time we do, Pete is already in his tour bus. When did Fall Out Boy get a tour bus? I don't know but it's pretty fucking sweet. So Adam goes up to the bus, goes inside, comes back out and is all like "your presence is requested." And it's funny, because Megan and Pete go back pretty far but never see each other so she always assumes he'll forget her, even though he never does. And we go into the bus and it's AMAZING. I mean, for FallOutBoy? It's so nice, such a step up from the vans. So it was relatively surreal. So we're talking and we mention how we should probably split but Adam will call us when they're done and Pete's like "wait you're not staying for the show??" and Megan's like "well it was sold out, and Adam and Bill couldn't get us in." and Pete is like "give me my phone." So he makes some calls, to no avail, and then he's like "dude I'm just gonna walk you in." So we wait for him to get ready. And then he just walks us in the back door. Easy as pie. Sorta. I mean it's probably true that the Academy kids wouldn't have been able to pull it off so easily, but FallOutBoy was headlining and Alicia, part tour-manager, was with us so she has even more power. But it was way cool. And then we got some VIP stickers and headed over to the VIP balcony and just watched an amazing show.

And here's the thing. It's like going from 0-60mph in .56 seconds. This week has been such a shit parade and it totally seemed like the night was going to follow that pattern. But we just ran with it and the next thing you know we're VIPs. And I'm thinking to myself, "Hey, maybe this is a metaphor for the rest of the shitty stuff that's happened lately." Like maybe you have to sit all bummed out for a while before everything turns around... because when it does turn around, it will be that. much. sweeter. So anyway.

The show totally rocked and they are just so good live. And they always have been, but Megan and I were standing up there talking about how far they've come. Even last year, they were opening for some random band in Cambridge on tour, at the "House of Blues" venue, which is really like an attic.. and there were like maybe 10 kids there who knew FallOutBoy songs. And maybe 40 people in attendance to the show at all. Last night the Avalon was PACKED. And yeah the Metro back home gets packed for FallOutBoy, but that's because it's CHICAGO and that's where it all started... you don't expect such a rush from people so far away. There was mad moshing and total chaos and it rocked. And everyone knew the words. And it rocked. And I'm like way happy, WAY happy.

So after the show we said goodbye to Bill and Adam and Tom and Mike and the Butcher and made our way home, and they called us after the show to see if we wanted to chill with them but they were 10 miles out of the city already at some hotel and I don't know how they expected us to get out there. But it's cool. The Academy Is is coming back, maybe even headlining, in July at the Axis. So I'll be there. It was cool... some kid who got kicked out while Meg and I were chilling out front during Bill's set was like "I'm totally missing the Academy Is and they rock so hard." So that's awesome.

Ok I know this is a long post but I could really care less. Besides, I don't think I even managed to convey how fucking cool it was. 0-60 man. And by the way, I don't care how old he is or how short he is, Pete is so beautiful. And I'm totally out to do a dude with sleeve tatoos. I think that's been a goal of mine for like years now. So with that, some pictures, and I'm outtie.

how cool does this look? they can't stand still.

i love when they rock out. CRAZY good.

bill guest sang, so we kinda got to see him.. yay

megan and pete in the tour busss

i love how when you have the camera, you never end up in any pictures :)
meg and adam woot woot

QUOTE OF THE DAY (or last night -gotta keep with the theme)
Pete (on stage): This next song has to do with how when you suddenly start to make it big, all those kids in high school who used to call you a fag and throw footballs at your head start showing up to your shows and singing along to all the words. And we just want to say, that we still don't fucking care about you and we'll never fucking care about you and as far as we're concerned you should all be dead.
Megan: Hey! Remember the show at the Metro last summer and Kyle Ferry was there and he was the kid who used to yell out "punk rock sucks" every time he saw me because of my pink hair?
Me: Yeah and then he shows up at a punk rock show.
Megan: Yeah... and I totally told Pete that night about him and how mean he was! And that just reminded me of that and oh my god I HATE that kid!

You Look So Good in Blue

2005-04-24T13:15:00.000-07:00

Fucking A man. This week has been the downfall of everything Killian's. Actually that's not true. But I do feel like I've been on drugs for a week. And almost everything that could have gone wrong DID... but being as I'm A-MAZE-ING, I somehow salvaged everything. Example: Get to the editing room Friday morning in a ridiculous haze and forget supplies and then edit everything backwards because I'm pretty sure I was injected with weed as a baby and every once in a while I just act like the biggest stoner. But I fixed it all because I rock. But I DIDN'T salvage my back. YEP I'm gonna talk about it because I CAN and you will like it. So around Christmas break I was stretching and I was all of a sudden like "ouch I totally overstretched this lower back muscle here and that is a hurty." Yeah a "hurty" (copywrite, me) and I ignored it because people overstretch shit all the time and it eventually heals. But no, I guess I kept aggravating it because it's closely connected to the leg movement of runnnnning... sooo... anyway, thursday night I guess I was stressing about shit and that's never healthy so I get up from the couch and BAM!!!! The back FLIPS OUT. SHOOTING PAINS EVERYWHERE!! It was unreal, man, unreal. So I'm like standing up totally not sure if moving is going to lead to sudden death... and the night just really sucked. But the next morning it was kinda better I guess.. and I think the pain took a lot of blood from my head and that led to my incessant stoner-actions.

DONE. So now I'm told I can't run for a week. But it sucks because whenever things get shitty I run it out. So what's the d-d-d-dillio, dillio? What's the d-d-d-deal, deal? I don't know man, I don't know.

But there are less than two weeks of school left. So I need to work on some summer planning.
I don't know where to get a job. It's gon' be CRAZY. Did I just turn ghetto? That's upsetting.

Also saw the Spectrum drag/variety show last night. Yeah. Not so good. I really just went because Christian was doing stand-up, and that was good stuff. But wow. And what was with the ROTC gig in the middle of it all? Seriously, folks, WOW.

FALL OUT BOY is tonight with THE ACADEMY IS! I'm super pumped so I'll probably talk about that later.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Loller Hockey: oh my god, killian, i just woke up - what the hell did we do last night?
KyllyansRed: jeff, i'm pregnant
KyllyansRed: PSYCH!
Loller Hockey: damn, our children would be beautiful

I've Got A Big Fat Fucking Bone to Pick With You, My Darling

2005-04-20T11:14:00.000-07:00

Alright. First in order, why the hell is the little picture of me/archive of my blog thingies no longer up here with the text? It's all the way down at the bottom on the right instead of at the top on the right. I don't LIKE it. It just looks weird now. Lopsided. Way to mess up, blog.

Secondly, I sat outside today for two hours because it was amazing and 82 degrees, and I totally didn't get tan. What is WITH that?! Two hours in the sun during peak tanning hours and I walk away with very little color. It's saddening, really. I used to get tan so easily. Now it's like I just reflect whatever sun I get. I'm not enjoying this phenomenon. I also feel the need to go shopping and I have no money. Thus, I will not go shopping. Thus, I don't know. Having no money is really lame. Haha, my dad just told me not to get a tan because I know better. I do know better, but really, come on now, when has knowing better stopped me from making stupid decisions?

I'm trying to think of a funny story to tell but I really don't have anything. This week has been VOID of humor! Or, of humor worthy of the blog. As if the blog is this really great thing. Let's see, I saw this guy preaching the bible at downtown crossing, and this one guy was really into it. But I honestly don't think the preacher guy was actually saying anything. I think he was just randomly reading passages. Maybe he was doing some kind of psychological experiment to see how many people would realize that all he was doing was reading passages and not saying anything about it. That would be sadly ironic for the guy who was paying such close attention. Anyway, I caught them on film for my next and upcoming PROJECT which is bound to rock. If I can pull it together in time. I was using the bolex on Newbury St and some girl was like "what kind of camera is that?" so I told her it was 16mm and she was like "oh. i have an 8mm film camera... they still make that?" and I said "yes." And then she went away and I was glad. I'm not sure why, but it probably had to do with the fact that she totally made no sense. So I made some shifty-eyed glance to Christina and we kept on our way.

Before I go, and I know you're dying for me to wrap up here, I think you should think about something. Have you ever like... actually thought about what "nothing" is? I think you should. Because it's MIND BOGGLING. Honestly if you can actually grasp "nothingness" to the point where it just swallows you whole, you'll feel like you're on drugs. This is why there is really no need for narcotics. All you have to do is imagine nothingness to the point where you feel dizzy. Honest. Speaking of drugs, it's 4/20, so go do your thing. But I suggest you imagine what it would be like if nothing existed. Not even the universe. Not EVEN ANYTHING!!

haha ok. i'm a sketchball.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
tba

"JEST" is so good. And so is BOTCH.

2005-04-15T09:04:00.000-07:00

Ok first things first. I know it's been a long time. I've been getting death threats. Most of them are from Tony. Yeah, Tony Milazzo. He's such tool. You're a TOOL, Tony! There's your honorable mention, ass. Okay, okay, I jest. But only a little bit because he posts the most obscure lies about me in his away messages. Anyway, moving on. I've come to find that the weeks are FLYING. It's not like they're even running. They fly now. Hover craft style. It's ridiculous that it's already Friday, and I was supposed to go job hunting last weekend and I just realized that it's already THIS weekend and I'm just so overwhelmed with the rate that time has been traveling that I just don't know what to do with myself. Times like this call for fetal-position action.

On a lighter note, my mom got me a kick ass digital camera for my birthday, which was Sunday, which was also awesome... even though OH! That weekend was so WEIRD and SURREAL and I really don't feel like explaining it but a lot of money was involved and I'm now a witness in a motorcycle robbery and I'm getting calls from detectives and insurance companies left and right and it just adds to the crazy momentum of time and I'm delirious. But anyway. Wicked cool camera, and now I can post more pictures ALL THE TIME which I know you all just LOVE.

I saw Sin City. AMAZING. I mean, it's good. Movies with awesome aesthetic value really always make me so happy. I think everyone walks away from Sin City with a favorite line. Mine was Marve's "Dames. It's like all they have to do is let it out real good, and the next second you'd never know what happened." I totally botched that line. But you get the jist. This is actually really why I want to see it again... just so I can stop botching that line. How good is the word "botch?"

Fall Out Boy is coming to the Avalon on the 24th. I'm way excited but it's even MORE exciting because The Academy Is is opening for them, which means I get to see Bill and Adam and the rest of their gang. Last time they came out here they ended up chillin at our place for a while after the show, which was good times. I love high school buddies. Especially when they come visit ME! (I am making a BiH reference here, bitches) No, I'm joking. I realize Bill has a free ride and can't really help coming out this way. AND I love my BiH and you guys are all heading out here THIS SUMMER. Well, a couple of you. Hopefully all of you! I feel like such a sorority girl writing "BiH" but I really don't feel like spelling it out. It's more fun to keep everybody guessing. Awesome.

Well kids, it's about that time again. I'll try not to leave you for two weeks this time. Dry your eyes, kids. It's really unattractive when you cry like that.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
(Melissa has a knack for randominity, and i looooove it.)

ricecheX10: alright here's what you're gonna do:
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Auto response from KyllyansRed: wow. paycheck problems
THEN screenwriting 4-7.
THEN bank.

then figuring out what I'm doing tonight. call me up and tell me because I know I won't be able to decide on my own.
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ricecheX10: you're gonna get all pumped up by running around your room in circle for 2 min
ricecheX10: then you're gonna down a bottle of Gatorade cuz you'll be thristy
ricecheX10: then....you're gonna grab as many people as you can find in you're apartment and you'll all run out into the street with loud music playing and people will start dancing on cars
ricecheX10: and when you're finished with the impromptu musical in the street you'll steal a car, go to a bar and pick up the first hot guy you see
ricecheX10: then make out with him and when you're done (haha) pick up the next motorcycle you see and ride into the sunrise...
ricecheX10: :-D
ricecheX10: it's all quite possible if you ask me

"Fuck You, Fuck You, You're Cool, Fuck You, I'm Out"

2005-04-02T21:30:00.000-08:00

I was talking to someone recently about how scary it was that when I'm 30 my little brother, Matt, is going to be 19... and Connor will be 13. And it's weird, right? Because they'll be going through all the motions of being little men, having girlfriends and the like. But I casually brush that aside because I mean, hey, we have at least 5 or so years before I have to worry about either of them wanting women, or at least doing anything about it. Right? WRONG! Yesterday my dad tells me that Matthew wanted to buy a rose for a girl that he likes. The kid is in 2nd grade! He said wants to, "find out if this girl likes him as more than a friend." THEN he proceeded to ask my dad what age is appropriate for dating! !?!?! I mean the kid's cute but my god.

But then I got to thinking about how I had crushes on boys in pre-school, or, actually... since before I could walk... and I guess I'll let his 2nd grade lust off the hook. My 2nd grade crush was funny. We were neighbors and he told me over a bowl of ice cream at my house one day that my eyes were like the stars and the first day he saw me he was in love. HAHAH. It was ridiculous. But way cute, so I'll let it go. Kind of like Matt; ridiculous, but way cute. I'm sure he's got a couple ladies' man lines up his sleeve, too.

I saw OK Go on Thursday and I so recommend seeing them live. It was awesome. They even fit in a little musical theatre and some choreographed dancing, which was intense. Damian was hyped on steroids to help his recently-failed vocal chords, and that was equally as intense. That's just so beyond not good for you, but the dedication is way sexy, so I'm overlooking the health hazards. Anyway, yeah. OK Go is awesome, do it up!

Alright, SIN friggen CITY. I haven't gone yet, but I've heard amazing things, which I predicted. The whole not going thing has me in this really awkward depression because I know seeing it will make me really hyper. But this week is beyond stressful so it looks like I'm postponing it. I already hate next week. AND I already hate my birthday because it's going to be the climax of busy days to come. Way uncool. BUT! Monday, Matt and I are SO PLAYING RAQUETBALL and that is going to be the only thing that gets me through this week. Honestly I'm SO pumped for that! How cool is raquetball? I don't think anyone is happier about the raquetball courts than Matt and I. Such nerds, but honestly if you haven't played, you have to. End of story. You are dead to me until you've played it and loved it.

Well, this has been fun, hasn't it? I'll spice it up with a picture, because I just came across it... and it totally fits with my stress theme today. Megan took this picture last year when I was too stressed out to function. It's just what I do. So when she showed it to me I decided to add in the text and make it my desktop background for a while, just to remind myself that I am, in fact, still five years old.

can i hear a woot woot?

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Keith B: FINE!
Keith B: LEAVE ME!
Keith B: I DON'T NEED YOU!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!!!!!!!!

God Damned Tree Huggers

2005-03-29T23:53:00.000-08:00

I remember in Kindergarden I told my teacher that I wished rain didn’t exist. Ms. Elizabeth then proceeded to tell me that my wish would cause everything to die. I took it back. She was awesome. Half Irish and half African. I learned recently that the Irish side hated the black in her, and the African side hated the Irish in her. So she was pretty much disowned from Africa and Ireland. That explains why she ended up in Tokyo, I guess? Tough life story, but she has to be the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen. Those 50/50s I tell ya.

I was going to complain about this shitty weather until I remembered Ms. Elizabeth and the whole "everything will die" theory. So I'll just say the sunset tonight was great. And clear skies from now on would be much appreciated by me. Or at least sunshowers. I love sunshowers.

Anyway, I have some amazing news. Stacey is really the only one who's going to love this, but I SO came across pictures from our AMAZING TREE HUNTING ADVENTURE!! Actually, some of these pictures are really embarrassing. I don't think any of the faces I made that day were normal. BUT still, as a whole storyboard it was hilarious. It's too bad I lost the text. But since I don't have any quote of the day, I'll add in a couple of the pictures... which won't make any sense to anyone. But I could really care less. The most you'll probably get out of this is a picture of me with short blonde hair. And I assure you it's not that exciting. As I recall, it was approximately 100 degrees out and Stacey had no AC in her car and we were dying and probably hallucinating. Not to mention looking our worst. What BETTER time to take pictures? Enjoy it. Like I said, it won't make any sense.

not a climbing tree

also not a climbing tree

classy. did i mention the heat? That should explain the outfit.

distraction! that was the playground flooring.. which was incredibly bouncy and exciting.

distraction again! upon researching the perfect climbing tree...

we are so fucking cool.
end of story.

Yet Another Awkward Encounter with the MBTA

2005-03-21T23:55:00.000-08:00

I was totally witness to the one kind of girl I hate most on the T yesterday. Not the kind you hate because they're obnoxiously brainless, but the really socially awkward kind who tries to make herself feel adequate by telling herself that she's the most important person in the world and her problems outdue any crisis occurring in some third world country. It's like she loves herself because she hates herself. So she gets in a really dramatic fight with someone on her cell phone (loudly) on the T and makes it sound like she's telling the person on the other line not to kill himself "No, it's really not worth it. It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine, honestly. It's not worth it, please don't be like this!" And then you find out later that she's talking to her dad. "I'm just going over to Johnny's... no, don't wait up. I'll go to sleep tonight, stop worrying."

Why do these people breed? Or better yet, HOW do they breed? She was obviously with some kid who she wanted to impress by acting all important, making herself look as though she's perfectly capable of understanding that her enourmous problems are all at the fault of some other person, and definitely not attributable to her overdramatic and socially awkward nature. The poor kid she was with looked so uncomfortable, like he really didn't care because he knew that she was blowing everything out of proportion. Nodding with tight lips and wandering eyes. What a shame.

And all the while I stand there and stare, confused. It's just so sad. You know she hates herself and she just overcompensates for it with obnoxiously overconfident behavior. It's really too bad that she isn't fooling anybody. Anyway, I'm over it.

I had the craziest bad dreams last night. So many bad things, from financial crises of all sorts... to rapists trying to knife me... to me punching a really obnoxious crippled guy (ok that part was actually pretty awesome) But honestly what the heck? Anxiety much? Tonight best be good. I need one of those "I save the world from total domination" dreams. Those so rock. If I could be an action hero it would be so hot.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
KittinMitn: every time I see a black camry I think of you

Happiness Is All The Rage

2005-03-19T19:41:00.000-08:00

Today has been such a random day. Who knows what the hell is going on. But Emily and Chris came down to help me out with my film today and it was awesome. So many obscure things happened. None of which did I catch on film, which is WAY upsetting. We get outside to start shooting and this kid is sitting on the stoop next to my place in like sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then this happens:

Chris: It's an awesome day to go for a run, man.
Kid: Yeah, I'm not running I'm just hanging out.
Chris: Oh, sorry, it just looked like you were about to go. I mean it's such a great day to do it, you know?

The kid then nods, and without a WORD he gets up and just TAKES OFF.... running. What the heck?! And that was just the beginning. Later, this miniature parade of humming and drumming peacekeeper people totally walked by like a little parade of monks and they would have been PERFECT in my shot but the camera malfunctioned for the duration of their passing by. Oh man, though, that would have been an amazingly hilarious shot. So random. So discombobulated, which so matches the theme of my film. I'm sooooo mad I didn't catch it. But it happens... unfortunately.

I feel like I should give a shout out to St. Patrick's Day since I'm Irish and all. It had to be the best day ever. Not only was I just amazingly and randomly lucky all day (and really all week come to think of it..) but I got drunk with some of my favorite people and good times were had. I have this ridiculous disease where I spill when I'm drinking, though, but... I think we worked it out in a healthy way. haha... it was good times indeed. So cheers, St. Paddy, thanks for advocating underage drinking and the luck of the Irish.

(long)
QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: listen.
ohnoimashrimp: you can't stand in the way of love.
ohnoimashrimp: love is just... so powerful.
ohnoimashrimp: i'm being sarcastic.
KyllyansRed: hahaha
KyllyansRed: i know
KyllyansRed: i feel like that needs to go on the blog
KyllyansRed: even though it's twice in a row
ohnoimashrimp: i've given you probably a million jewels in this single conversation
ohnoimashrimp: just post the conversation.
KyllyansRed: hahah
KyllyansRed: i'll post this section
ohnoimashrimp: good.
ohnoimashrimp: i will run your blog.
KyllyansRed: yeah until next time jerk
ohnoimashrimp: whatever.
ohnoimashrimp: i'll probably say something completely hilarious by that time too
ohnoimashrimp: but i'm gonna go kill a nigger and rape an underage girl, k?
ohnoimashrimp: have fun tonight.
KyllyansRed: alrighty sounds awesome
KyllyansRed: talk to you later dude
ohnoimashrimp: someday, i'm going to start a football team
ohnoimashrimp: called the white males.
KyllyansRed: haha
KyllyansRed: and?
ohnoimashrimp: that's it.
ohnoimashrimp: peace out.

Visconti?

2005-03-14T20:25:00.000-08:00

Dan smells. To the point of tears. It's making me emo. Ok, actually that's not true at all. He's a clean kid, for the most part. But he is visiting Megan from IL and it's been good times. Good times. Dan is my male counterpart. It scares me. Not because I have a male counterpart, but because he's so freaking weird. But I love it, and I'd have it no other way.

Keith just sent me Marvin Gaye's "Anger" instead of the Tool song he was aiming to send. I don't know why I think that's funny, but it is. I enjoy Tool.

This is the part where I complain about the fucking snow storm that hit over my SPRING BREAK. I really should have taken that Portland trip I was thinking about because apparently its been like in the 70s there the whole month. Seriously. What gives? So snow and I are not on good terms right now. Actually the whole season and I are not on good terms right now. I seriously want to punch winter in the gut.

I'm going to have to do something big to make up for the lack of doing anything on Spring Break. Like... um... I dont know. I'll think of something. Right now I'm stuck trying to figure out Megan and Dan's dysfunctional yet somehow totally functional relationship and trying to think of creative ways to sexile myself from the room so they can get it on.

This post BLEW. But you know what? It's totally appropriate because it reflects the totally uncool break that I just encountered.

And with that. "Your moment of zen"

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: someday killian.
ohnoimashrimp: we'll probably make out.
ohnoimashrimp: it's a thought that crosses my mind.
ohnoimashrimp: when i feel lonely.

Spring.. a leak? Spring.. aling? Spring... a wing..aling.. dragon? Trogdor?

2005-03-01T16:06:00.000-08:00

It's March 1st and there is SOMETHING in the air. It's snow. Not spring. Oh god forbid it would be spring. No. But hey, listen. Some good things are happening. Like today, I saw a transvestite who was not in drag. In other words, it was a man who was tall and awkward looking, and walked like a runway model. It might have been the best part of my day. That and that other guy I saw who looked like he was straight out of the wild wild west with his choice of facial hair. Goooo handle bar mustache!

I don't know how many of you have noticed this, but at the bus stop in front of the GSU there is a most amazing advertisement for Killian's Irish Red. The beer, not me. And at the top it says "DESIRED." How clever. And I am ALL about clever today. Stacey could back me on that.

That reminds me. It has been brought to my attention that in all of my blogs I have failed to mention the one and only Stacey Brooks. I wish I had the link to our "Wild and Crazy Tree Hunting Adventure" but I lost it. You guys are missing out. It may have been our GREATEST acheivement thus far. But I think it's pretty obvious why she's my very best friend if you examine the evidence below. She takes risks. She is the fearless transformer. From the crafty art major cool kid to ... well.. RON BURGUNDY. Woot. Keepin' U of I at its finest.

I think the picture will appropriately replace the Quote of the Day. I have mad last-minute collaging skills. I think we can all agree.

Ron and Baxter... and obviously, Ron and Veronica. It kinda looks like I'm worshipping this girl. I'm kinda creeped out by my collage skills.

Hats Off to Autistic Impressions

2005-02-26T11:13:00.000-08:00

Dude, for about ten minutes this morning, Apartment 2, that's us, were cat owners. It was so weird. I woke up from a dream about getting a dog in the apartment, and Sharyn runs into my room to say there's a cat howling in front of our door. So I look out, open it, and the coolest cat just comes strutting into the apartment. So we took little Oskar home... but it was an adventure. And I'd like to think that my dream proves my amazing psychic abilities... even though it was a dog and not a cat. Whatever, alright? Stop smothering me in your web of condescend..ation.? hah.

Drea was over last night and we did some impressions that I thought were pretty amazing. Swans, shaking chihouha's, and the like. But then there was the autistic security guard at 1019. Ok, granted the guy is probably not autistic, he has a severe speech impediment. But he's the nicest dude ever and talks to everyone and jokes with them... even though no one understands what he's saying. And how do you RESPOND to that?

"Ahararalaha relahararoa huh? huh? ahahaha!"
"Um, haha. Yeah! Good one! Man, you are one funny guy."
"Ahararalaha relahararoa ra hara raha!"
"Hah.. yeah... alright, well... see ya later!"
"rara!"

Honestly.

And he looks at you with this expectation in his eyes, as though you know exactly what he's saying. And even when you OBVIOUSLY don't, he makes it seem like you do. How noble is that. He probably asked us where we were going and we responded with "yeah man that's awesome, later!"

So, here's to you, austistic / speech impediment ridden security guard in 1019. What a guy.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
MilesJonathon: Ok, so are you possessed and in a cult? Did they touch you in your special area?
MilesJonathon: Did you drink the holiday punch?
MilesJonathon: Are you riding the magic rainbow to the mothership?

Ripley's Believe It or Not

2005-02-18T17:39:00.000-08:00

Ok so I had something cool to put in this thing but then completely forgot. So sorry everyone has to miss out on that really awesome, life-changing comment or story or whatever it was.

Instead, I'm going to tell you a really funny story.

Megan (my roomie)... her brother broke his penis yesterday. I know, I know. Not possible, right? WRONG. How freaking hilarious is that? I mean, really not funny at all in the moment, no. But MY GOD that is so funny. He apparently got up from a nap, tripped over some shoes, and fell down wrong. Thus hearing a "pop," and I guess the cartilage snapped (similar to a nose-break) and everything turned black and swolen and he rushed himself to the hospital because he had cut off circulation and they rushed him to surgery and he's fine now. Still able to have kids. But wow. Imagine being the doctor on that case. haha. Poor guy.

So now Pat's like a living legend. Totally suits him, though, the man is insane (in a good way). He just attracts random things to him. So, yeah.

Sorry if anything in this post made anyone squirm for any reason, but let's face it. You enjoyed that story. Sick bastards...

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ricechex10: we are all little school girls inside
KyllyansRed: I think you're right. giggles and all.
ricechex10: haha fuck yeah.
ricechex10: wait little school girls dont say 'fuck'
ricechex10: well shit.

Fuck You, MBTA

2005-02-13T12:34:00.001-08:00

The Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority word association game:
bastard, mother fucking, late, obnoxious, horn, ding, dollar bills, quarters, green, cold, mean, evil, unholy, jesus haters (what?), unfortunate, pieces of shit.

That didn't go quite as planned. Your turn.

If I were a super hero, I think my super power would derive from my gloves/mitten things. I can't survive without them. I just can't figure out what super power they would give me. It has to be something awesome. So discuss amongst yourselves. No, seriously... suggestions? They could be magnetic, or they could be used to suck the life out of people... or they could grow metal claw things when I get angry and then be used to heal my broken broken body... or i could just think of my own power and skip the X-Men references.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
aretheiranyleft: oh my god i heard about your lack of bloodflow to you hands and such.... is it true?!!!
Auto response from KyllyansRed: I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
i'll be alright when my hands get warm
aretheiranyleft: oh no!
aretheiranyleft: the rumors are true
aretheiranyleft: apox on thee who curse'd you so

Take One for the Team

2005-02-09T20:20:00.000-08:00

So there's a point when you see the TA sitting up front, sweat forming on her forehead, angst in her eyes, that you think to yourself, "I am going to bring it upon myself to save her from her overwhelming feeling of failure and anxiousness." And then you put your reputation on the line just to cause a stir in the classroom, to get people talking and to get your poor TA out of the hot seat.

That, ladies and gentlemen, was my only accomplishment today. (kinda sad, huh) I acted like I didn't understand the purpose for reading this one book in class (denying the obvious) just so other kids could be inspired to talk about why the book was important and basically, passively, call me a moron. And hey, it was ok. I took one for the team. Everyone in the class got a self-esteem boost because they understood the obvious and I "didn't," the TA goes home happy because the class learned how to participate, and I go home with the knowledge that I have that kind of manipulative power under my fingertips.

In other news, who's counting down for Spring Break? ME. Sleep will be had.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
KyllyansRed: I feel like clearing out my buddy list
KyllyansRed: so many people I don't talk to
KyllyansRed: i'm sick of reading their away messages
lzhang323: don't do it, you know you'll miss their gay ass away messages in a day
lzhang323: and you'll feel lonely and like you have no friends otherwise
KyllyansRed: i guess you're right.
lzhang323: i'm so right
KyllyansRed: i'm glad you've realized i base my self worth on the size of my buddy list.
lzhang323: it's not a realization. i know, there's no question.

Beanpot Review

2005-02-07T22:17:00.000-08:00

Ok so BU chants are so much better than any other school's in the Beanpot. BC chants "BC" and "Fuck BU" in this really creepy military tone, and that's really all they've got. Which is fine, because they LOST. Northeastern is alright but they don't draw as big a crowd, and they aren't quite as creative as we are. Harvard doesn't even friggen show up for the game. I don't know what that's about. Maybe Monday nights don't work for those guys.

The theory behind the Beanpot is pretty shady. Ok so tonight it was Harvard vs Northeastern in the first game and Boston College and Boston University in the second game. Northeastern and BU won, so we play for the cup next Monday. But Harvard and BC play also on Monday. So that's the shady part. I mean, Harvard and BC are playing to see which loser is the biggest loser. And that's fine, I guess.. for us, because we'll be playing to win the Beanpot. And it would be nice to see Harvard beat Boston College... man, that'd bring BC to its KNEES... but I won't count on that. On the upside, if BC does win on the 14th, they'll still be LOSERS.

So yeah the game tonight was intense, as all games should be. It's all about the rush, baby. The T ride home was also a lot of fun. But I can't sleep cuz I'm pumped. But now I'm feeling tired. So I guess it's good I wrote here.

Hockey is such a great thing.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Jagaur3: Oh, poor suburbian BC kids. they're probably still moping on the T about having their asses kicked. haha. i'm not a sore winner

Story of a Dirty Pirate Whore

2005-02-03T18:36:00.000-08:00

Did anybody else notice that in my picture here I look retarded?

I thought so. Anyway, here's something you won't laugh at.

Previously... on Monday...

MilesJonathon: You are a dirty pirate whore.

Today

MilesJonathon: "Hey baby, wanna go halfsies on a bastard child?"
MilesJonathon: = new best pick up line ever.
KyllyansRed: hahahahaha
KyllyansRed: thats amazing
KyllyansRed: sometimes jon, just sometimes, you make my day
MilesJonathon: ...
MilesJonathon: Sometimes Killian, sometimes, you are a toothless pirate hooker.
KyllyansRed: hahaha
KyllyansRed: what's with the pirate theme?
MilesJonathon: Look Killian. I dont ask why you're a hooker? and you dont ask why I think you're a pirate? ok?

I don't know what to say about that. But I thought it was funny. Maybe it's just me... and the pirate.

I See the Shadow of a Groundhog

2005-02-02T16:29:00.000-08:00

So Groundhog's day. Six more weeks. Has it ever not been six more weeks? I don't remember a year where the poor guy didn't go racing back into his hole. You think it's really his shadow that he's afraid of? I'm guessing it's the crowd of people looming over his shoulder. I'd be pretty friggen paranoid, too, if that kind of sketchy thing happened to me.

On to better things. So yesterday in my US History of Intellectual Thought class (yeah it's as confusing as it sounds) we were talking about existentialism. And me, being an existentialist for the most part, enjoyed it. But this one dude, Henry Adams I think, was all about returning to the age where people worshipped the virgin, because it symbolized the unity of medieval thought. Ok it's complicated and I don't want to get into it, but it made me think to myself "Hey, it really does all come back to sex." And it DOES. What is our deal? Ever since biblical times, we've been fixated on sex (obviously it's part of our biology) but then we go and consider the abstinence of it HOLY? WHACK!!! If that doesn't seem like some fucked-up reverse psychology, then I don't know what does.

So also. I don't know a lot about this, but I do know that certain religious martyrs believe that they will be greeted in heaven by 40 virgins and whatnot. So the question that I pose is this: once you get to heaven and do all the virgins and have your fun, do you realize they won't be virgins anymore?? I mean it seems kinda pointless if you look at it that way, doesn't it? That's right biotch. Then you'll be stuck in eternity with 40 ladies who just realized that you're a bad screw. How's that for blowing yourself up? Think these things through, people.

Alright that's all I got.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Auto response from NovaStarK: The disassembled parts of a high-powered rifle have been placed in a box on your desk. You will also find an instruction manual, printed in Swahili. In ten minutes a hungry Bengal tiger will be admitted to the room. Take whatever action you feel is appropraite. Be prepared to justify your decision.

Tribute to Cool Hand Luke

2005-02-01T19:28:00.000-08:00

I mean the horse, not the movie. I was thinking about it today, because I was counting my steps before jumping onto the sidewalk, and that's what you have to do when you ride. Count the steps before hitting a jump. Right. So I'm thinking about riding, and how badly I need to do it, just for sanity's sake, and then I start thinking about Luke. Good old Luke. I miss him. He was seriously the best. Totally wise, man, totally wise.

Brief Anecdotal Tribute:
-Whenever anyone else would ride him, if I was sitting on the fence or standing in the ring, he'd walk over to me and just stop dead in his tracks. He refused to move unless I was walking with him. It was so obnoxious. But really cute.
-The one time we were riding through a sandpit and he randomly dropped and started rolling in the dirt. I was so pissed. But it was funny.
-The time we worked with the cross-country course and kicked everyone's asses and totally showed that jackass guy up. flippin woot.
-Early mornings cleaning his stall. Late nights with long stories.
-The time he almost had colic and I had to skip school to walk him around for hours... in a foot of snow... while wearing my pajamas. (did I mention something about walking uphill both ways?)
-The time he jumped out of his stall window (wtf?) and sliced his leg. I had to gauze that thing every day for the longest time.

Ok that's enough.
I've seriously got to ride. I mean how ridiculous is it that I'm giving a tribute to my old HORSE in a blog?? Have I turned retarded? Probably... but just to prove how retarded I've turned, I'm gonna add a picture at the end. So we can ALL SEE LUKE IN ALL OF HIS GLORY. (I felt like yelling there?) But that's all after the quote of the day, of course...

Quote of the Day:
KyllyansRed: what's the good word?
quesaDIA 2359: food
KyllyansRed: are you going to leave me for it?
quesaDIA 2359: 9 times out of 10.

(it's the best I had.)

2005-02-01T16:25:00.000-08:00

Cool Hand Luke

Touche' Salesman... Touche'

2005-01-30T17:53:00.000-08:00

This is my first post.

It would probably be cooler if I had something to write about, but I figure that's how this whole thing is gonna work. I'm gonna write about useless stuff that really has no value and whoever reads it will read it and gain little to nothing from it and we'll all keep co-existing in this internet driven world.

Maybe I should have like something cool in here... to keep continuity, you know? Like a quote of the day. HAH ! Yeah, quote of the day it is, from my IM conversations. Because we all know that my IM conversations affect no one but myself, and you'll just have to PRETEND to think it's funny... because it is. you just can't appreciate it because you're not me. See how it works? I wonder if I confuse other people as much as I confuse myself. woot.

OK! Here goes... ready?

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
MilesJonathon: You're a dirty pirate whore.