26 October 2005

Another Moleskine entry

"Here's some simple advice: Always
be yourself. Never take yourself
too seriously, and beware of advice
from experts, pigs and members
of parliament."
--Kermit the Frog

Two things on Moleskines today.

1. I've created a wandering Moleskine project to go around with bayou students here. I sent it off today. I'm curious to see how this will go over. This basic premise is thus following: A bayou student finds it, writes down something and leaves it around campus for someone else to find and do the same. Who knows what will happen but I think it's all good.

2. Within the next day or two I will start on a new Moleskine journal. I am finishing off number four. Had some artwork put in thanks to G. And once again I am amazed at the work and styly G does. So this means that I will be going through the usual prologue and epilogue thinking type stuff as I start each new notebook. This has always done me good because I take time to sit back and think things over. I am able to see what I've done, where I'm going, what I've fixed and need to fix. Overall, it's somewhat a resolution period. I try and switch things up a little and what have you. Hence, looking out to the horizon wondering what's in store for me. Life's an adventure and I need a map, a PBJ sandwich and some good friends. And I'm so happy that Matsugi will be there for the ride. Good times are to be had. Thanks all of you.

I wear pants

"There are a lot of things you find in your pants."--Matt

I wear pants and shorts, although rarely at the same time. Then there are those shorts that used to be pants thanks to one swiss army. Also we have the really long shorts you don't want to call high-waters. SPANTS!! Track shorts are filthy short. Yup, we like pants.

Anyway, yesterday I wore some pants that were those fancy zip off/away pants that you can turn into shorts thanks to some weird fashion designer team or person. Yeah, they're comfortable and what have you. Of course they had to be because I bought the size I prefer [which might be slightly on the larger size than I really need]. But the thing is that I really enjoy shorts and hence I will be wearing said pants without the lower half. Now this is the third pair that I've owned. The first pair I lost one of the pant legs so they permanently became shorts. The second pair having worn them as shorts so many times the discoloration became so distinct that you could hardly tell that they belonged. Hence, I threw away the lower half recently. The third pair starting to show color differences may become shorts soon enough unless I want wear said pants that will soon become two completely different colors. What did I expect? This was bound to happen. Not that my style was all that great anyway. But I will try and be as minimally hideous as possible.

Plus, if you so desired, the switching out of the lower half of your pants with some other character who shares the same style of zippity offs we could have quite the fashion collaboration of sorts. I'm not saying that this is a great idea and that we all should do it [got word that Chairman Mao was trying to do this, that's bad]. I'm more than likely saying that this is an idea that should only be done maybe for 15 minutes before requesting the return of the lower half of your pants. You're silly.

All in all, I am wearing pants and they're quite cozy. Hmmmm.....

24 October 2005

Our next opponent is UNICEF!!

"If you did that, I would have to bring about the second coming."--Cami

Once again we went through another acronym on the vanity mirrors. True, this one was a bit more difficult considering it was freaking UNICEF!! And I'm really happy that cleaning checks [which I rocked house!!] came and we had to erase all graffiti. Anyways, this is what we had:

I want to make a donation to UNICEF

Uniformed Navies In Certain Energy Failures
Union of Narcoleptics Inviting Comatose Easy Frogs
Unimpressive Nudists In Carefully Enclosed Forests
Ugly Nerds Intrepidly Cursing Extreme Fractals
Uninsured Nebraskans In Cars Exporting Fuel
Uninterrupted Natives Incubating Chicks Enough Flammable
Ubiquitous Namibians Intercepting Californians Ever Fleeing
United Nocturnal Insects & Creatures Equally Fearsome
Ugandans & Norwegians Icing Crustaceans Endearingly Friendly
Uniform Negative Inversions on Cepstrally Equivalent Forms
Unintentionally Nasty Insursions of Cauliflower-Eating Futons
Unyielding Natural Incinerations by Careless Evil Flames
Usurping Nationalists Intent on Capturing Errol Flynn
Uninterred Necrotic Individuals Convene Every Friday

Some of these are really weird. But it's still fun. And let's keep them minimally disgusting guys. Thanks.

22 October 2005

Mom, please gossip

"Jump back, I wanna kiss myself!!"--James Brown

My mom is good for a lot of things. Cooking, sewing, chewing me out when I mess up, providing shelter when I go home, purchasing suits and toys, loving up the grandkids when they come and like stuff. Of course the list can go on so why don't we take this little moment appreciate the good mothers.

[waiting...] "ooh, oreo cheesecake!" [drooling ensues]

Okay, one other thing that my mom is rather good at is spreading information to all kinds of extended family and then some. Some of that stuff makes my face turn a slight blush color but if I want to spread news, I know who to go to. The only thing I need to do is supply information like possibly, hooking up with some amazing girl. Mom, you're generally all over that. I know that you don't mind me having a girlfriend with how many girls you suggest. We've discussed this before, ahem....

Mom-"How about Ori?"

Me-"She's cool and all, but, eh."

Mom-"Why don't you go out with one of the Westenskow twins!"

Me-"Probably not going to happen."

Mom-"Retard Bedard?"

Me-"I don't see anything happening"

Mom-"What about *******?"

Me-"We would end up destroying each other's souls."

Mom-"What about Ori then?"

Side note; it took Ori getting married for mom to give up on that possibility. This is for you mom: I salute all you Waites!! Especially you Penelope!!

Now that I have a girlfriend [Matsugi, you are GREAT!!], I let you know mom and I have yet hear from immediate or extended family asking more in depth questions. This is odd. I provide the girlfriend and you provide the means of communicating to everyone. Hmm...This needs to get fixed. I'll see what I can do about spreading information but I already know who's good at that. Well, I must do my own thing. Mom, I'm going to give you the go ahead to gossip like nobody's business.

08 October 2005

Mutiny on the port bow!!

"From now on, they'll spell mutiny with my name!"
--Clark Gable, Mutiny on the Bounty

So it's been quite the pirating adventures as of late. I am thoroughly okay with that. Looking through my posts I've realized that I have not mentioned piracy with enough emphasis for my taste. I'm a pirate. Dr. Jones owns the Jolly Roger, I have a special little pirate pouch that can hold a small amount of treasures and I also have a treasure chest displaying the need for looting, pillaging, plundering, ransacking and pilfering and what have you. You get the idea. I don't have a pirate movie yet, but soon enough [Ice Pirates is probably not on the list, but I may or may not be too swarthily tempted to acquire said movie]. So I've done some stuff that has made me very happy. Let us enjoy.

Yesterday, I bought a new Moleskine for a project that I am going to start. Moleskines are sold at the bayou bookstore and they come on these specialized little stands. So I asked an employee if there were any extra stands because they weren't going to use them and I could. So the nice lady looked in back but could find none to that end just grabbed one of the stands on the shelf and handed it to me. I proceeded to give her ten points. I looted a Moleskine stand. Hooray!!

Within the past few days I had noticed an apartment that had a Jolly Roger in their window. Knowing this to be a girls apartment I had this genius idea to give them the "Black Spot" and invite them to watch Muppet Treasure Island. So Ben and I did this today in the afternoon. We actually saw two of the denizens of said apartment just outside their place. They laughed and soon enough, we had said "Ahoy, me hearty" to all. All of us thought it was the coolest thing ever. I'm okay with that.

Now on to the seas!! And nary deal with a ninja mind you. They can't be trusted.

07 October 2005

Vanity vs. BLT

"You're eye-socketing my knee!"--Doctress Jones

Once again, we have a vanity and a dry erase marker and we went nuts!! Thus following has covered nearly all mirror space. Now I can't take a good look at my face to pop zits!! Or something like that. This is what was written:

Anyone want to go get a BLT?

Brontosaurus Love Triangle
Big Likable Tortilla
Bangladeshi Lazer Tag
Ben's Linguistic Talent
Belly-dancing Llama Team
Bellicose Lung Teacher
Badger Loving Tartan
Bionic Louse Tourism
Buried Liver Tissue
Burning Lilac Tree
Bite-size Lycopene Treat
Bebop Listening Trekkies
Blue LeoTards
Beating Live Tadpoles
Belching Like Tajiks
Barbaric Leprous Troopers
Benign Lazer Turtles
Biggest Little Township
[Sparks?]
Boring Legalese Talkers
Burgeoning Language Teachers
[Jer?]
Boron Looting Troglodytes
Blinking Light Terraces
Born Like Tarantulas
Bowling Leprochauns Tournament
Bovine Lushes Treaty
Befriending Laminated Tucans
Beligerant Lyposuction Trainees
Banal Laborious Tasks
Bonnie Lass's Tapshoes
Back-water Lagoon Trout
Brown Lemur Tax
[baddest tax in the whole dang town!]
Brownie Loathing Towheads
Blonde, Lovely Theorizers
Blind Lecherous Twerps
Battle Losing Tasmanians
Banking, Lettuce and Tomato
Bizarre Lioness Treaty
Bilious Lottery Trucker
Burnt Love Tony
[Danza?]
Babies Learning Trigonometry
Bashful Larynx Tickler
Blue Line Tonsils
Brick Laying Tarantula
Beeping Lip Timer
Beckoning Lyposuction Torture
Basilisk Lard Transformer
Best Love Transvestites
[Tim Curry?]
Barking Lifelike Terriers
Bulgarians, Latvians and Turks
[oh my!]
Bleeding Limb Tourniquet
Brazilian Lust Trap
Belly-button Lint Toupée
Bare Lake Tadies
[It's been how many weeks?]
Belch Love Tenderly

04 October 2005

I might need a side-kick

"Put yourself on the list that we'd make cute babies."--Jamie

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Crimson Dwarf
Your Superpower is Shape Shifter
Your Weakness is Crosses
Your Weapon is Your Magnetic Battle Axe
Your Mode of Transportation is Boat

This brings out my uvular /R/

"My clothing is too restrictive,
could you go over and mix things
up a little."
--LJ Frost

There are many joys in this life. Last night I discovered one of the greatest joys to man, or maybe just me. I did laundry. That's not the exact joy but it is good nonetheless. However, I really enjoy pulling my clothing out of the dryer just after the cycle. So warm [uvular /r/]. That's not the half of it though. The best part of it all was that I just washed my beanie and I pulled it out of ye dryer and I put it on. My head was in pure bliss. I felt very happy.

Then, as I was folding my clothes I found out that my feet were cold at which point I pulled whatever stuff I had yet to fold threw it on the couch and proceeded to stick my feet in it. I savored every second. Nothing warms the soul like a freshly dried set of clothing that's quite warm to the touch still. Now on a cold morning I should just go over to the laundromat with some clean clothes, put them in the dryer and heat them up and then go back to bed piling said warm clothing on top of me. I think that would be the greatest thing ever. Hmmm....I am tempted.

Other great things: Yesterday I saw a man that looked like the young version of Michael Keaton. I had to do a double take. That made me very happy. I saw a good friend of mine yesterday in the Bayou's Testing Center. Of course I had to whisper "I love your face!" to her. I rocked my test today. Got some good food from my dear friends. And as I was looking through my ECON notes today, I saw scribbled on the side thus following: "Pour powder and pretend it's cheese." I have no idea what that means but I like it. I will now wallow in some happiness right now and possibly go to the Wal-Mart.

03 October 2005

Can I enter in peace?

"You guys'll be chalk outlines without me."--Crease, Sneakers

I get home Saturday night. I know all my roommates were gone due to a prior conference meeting. So all is well right? No, no. The ladies in the complex had two hours to break into our apartment, steal the Jolly Roger and place it on the third floor railing, uscrew the light bulbs, place a couch and the chair of shame behind the door and jelly up the doorknob. I am able to get in, cursing mildly of course. I look at the damage, shake my head in disgust and proceed to set everything back to normal. I got everything back in place, took a shower, changed clothing and left within a half an hour. None of my roommates noticed anything and wouldn't have known unless I told them, which I did. I debated not to.

Earlier today I chatted some with a girl who knew who the culprit was. She all kinds of cocky because she knew said information. I told her what happened and she was somewhat disappointed with the results. This made me wish that I did not tell anyone of the roommates about said prank. They wouldn't have known anything and I could have played dumb. That would have pissed off the culprits like none other.

The thing is that I'm tired of the pranks. I don't want to waste my time on these over-elaborate schemes of messing with other peoples stuff. Nor do I want to waste time undoing what others have done to me and my roommies. Piss off and go away!! That's about all I got for you. I now no longer want to know who did it. That's somewhat true. I wouldn't mind giving them the finger. Okay, I'm done letting off steam.

Good stuff: I just got a check for lots of money from the bayou. That makes me very happy that my university is instead giving me money. I am content. And I'm going to Gandolfo's for dinner. Mmm....