This wug smells like megabyte

She's got a pimp apartment!"
--Matt Duke

This goes out to those who still don't know how to pluralize wug

First of all, I would like to thank the linguistical theoretical isotopes of the uproarous type to create such a magnanomous concept and Ben for making it some kind of award.

Second, I would like to thank the Mexinadian Gov't for standing tall in times of hipocrism and sticking it to the man [formerly known as George Clooney].

Third, we should celebrate more often. About anything, so that way we can do some more jigs, hand out more points, give away more awards and just plain goof off some.

The programmatical

ingredients to hairspray

"Hello legs!!"
--Mr. Knox, Batman

snotnose and mouth [the letters]

So that's what we called ourselves. Not always, but for the most part. But there is an envelope or two where the names are Snotnose and Mouth. I was also called ugly, farthead, Phil-y cheese sandwich, Hotstuff, cutie and a few others. Her name was Jami. We never met but we corresponded a lot. Through letters. Back when they cost just 33 cents a stamp. Those were good days. Ex:



I re-found her letters in my box of uncommon goodies a couple of nights ago. Ah, good times. We were pen pals back in the day. Two high school seniors just doing our own thing. She had met my sister and wrote me a letter. The first letter was much like this:

Dear Felipe,

Um... well, I know your sister and she told me to write. I tell you some about myself and whatnot. Smile big and feel free to write back.

Jami

I wrote back probably saying something to the effect of You know what? I'm cool with that. And thus followed a wonderful year pen-palmanship. We wrote about anything. Everything! Hating the school play, choir director and being the third or maybe fifth wheel. Loving Groundhog's Day, St. Patrick's Day and nearing graduated life. We also gave each other ingredients to hairspray and other non-un-anti-edible items. We had some of the best conversations ever!! She was freaking hilarious!! She even stated, "from the girl who gets to see the best side of you everyday." Making reference to the picture that she sent me that I stuck in my wallet. Is that voodoo? Oh well, I enjoyed it.

We didn't have to write about anything in particular. Just whatever we wanted. We liked each other. We enjoyed every letter. She was the best thing my senior year of high school.

one guru of sorts

"What better way to say 'I love you' than by stabbing you in the head with a fork."
--Cami VE

take these broken cleats

Okay, who here remembers the man L. M. Boyd? I do. The columnist dude who had all kinds of weird facts, yeah, he was the coolest. I found him in my little container of uncommon goodies. I remember reading his stuff which was located in the Observer right in between Ann Landers and the comics. I came to enjoy most everything the man published.

I have myself a few little shin-digs of the old newspaper from many years ago. And I smile. I do recall reading about all kinds of oddities/weirdities. The Love and War Man always had something to tell which in turn taught about things I have yet to understand. Like unto the a story about a Kazakh suitor plays "Catch the Maiden" and chases said maiden for a kiss. And then if he catches her, she will then chase him with a riding crop. Then he goes on to state that there's more to but that you can't tell it all. I hope that couple enjoys themselves.

Then we have odd tidbits of information like thus following: The law in acnient Wales permitted a wife to divorce her husband if he had bad breath. So, if you're from Wales, I guess you'll have to eat toothpaste covered food in order to save yourselves. Good luck!

I mean, the man's a certified genius of sorts. And from hence forth, I give him the rank of Knight in the land of Mexinadia. If that means anything to anyone.

email of excitement

"I'd hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories of with no point."
--Calvin

this is what's in my inbox

We have a soccer game tomorrow. I hope you have all been doing the prescribed workouts. (I.E. Light jog up Mt. Temp and the 20 mile swim across provo Lake (mind the leaches)) If not, you are in for a heck of a time, because it's going to be 40 minutes of SOCCER PLAYING FURY tomorrow!

and then there's spoo. I think it's hilarious. Or something like that.

one step forward making two steps back

"You wash your hands, you come up clean
you fail to recognize the enemy within
you say we're not responsible but we are"
--We Are, Ana

Another fight to wish away the loneliness I live
Another night of people asking what I have to give"
--Who I am, Smile Empty Soul

"you must be losing my mind
there's gotta be a better way to deal with the pain
I just wanna sit in my apartment and hate you
I will be hating you for Christmas"
--Everclear

I wish I may I wish I might

Some people would be surprised at how well I'm doing. I'm nowhere near as bitter as the above quotes would suggest. Not that I don't want to be bitter. Don't you ever have those times where you just want to stay angry? The moments where you want to yell and scream in a corner, refuse any help/advice/everything from everyone and give the world the double deuce? I've had those. And this is not one of them. To me, this is like I've been through this before, this is almost fun.

the approach

Still, I'm back at the point where I need to approach people. The problem is that one gets into a routine and/or so used to something and now they forget the basic do's and don'ts of socialism in the land of singlehood. Stuff becomes habitual. And now, I'm supposed to kick the habit. For some people, I guess you could say it's like quitting your heroine addiction cold turkey. That sounds quite difficult but I think I'm pulling a Jack Bauer here.

Yeah, so things have changed. People have changed. I'm now allowed to like some people and hate others. I have found some people have changed in a way I don't like. I think to myself, what the crap are you doing to yourself? And then I think, Self! Great Day! You don't have to deal with that! I don't have to tolerate anything I don't want to. No Shades, no snowballs, no spoiled plots. Such a liberating feeling. But then again, don't we all want to tolerate at least something for something greater? I know I do. My day will come!!

The thing is now I have to approach a very many people in an entirely different way now. I've always had trouble with this one. Especially when I have so many billion thoughts running through my mind [like unto now]. What are my intentions? What do I want people to think of me? Is this really such a good idea? Oh, and, are you doing what I think you're doing to me? I've got a lot on my mind if you haven't already discovered. I'm working on this one.

late night conversation

So there's A, B, W and M who is roommate with B. W is getting used to things. A knows M but S who is roommate of A knows basically everything. I also have a class with C who rooms with A and S and could possibly know everything. Then there's also V, H, T and K who I often talk to and they give their two cents. Plus they also room with F who is another story in and of itself. I've recently had good chats with A, B, S, T, V and A4 through which I'm discovering a whole lot. However, talking to B and M together is like social epillepsy. And, I'm jacked.

partial story

To the one who called at 1:00am. I believe who and why are two very legit questions. And why are you stuck in the 6th grade?

starting over 101

"I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you"
-A Decade Under the Influence

"I wanted you for nothing more than hating you for what you were"
-Bonus Mosh pt. II
--Taking Back Sunday


Syllabus and course requirements for Section 2

In the words of Weezer, "The world has turned and left me here" once again I have found that looking up and making the best of things is the way to go. Change comes and has to be dealt with.

This course is designed to help you build strong physical, mental, emotional and spiritual character. You will be tested on how to cope with change, pain, indifference, awkwardness, miscommunication, rumors and bad timing. Life will randomly quiz you by punching you in the face. The number of quizzes and tests will be tentative and may or may not require mass amounts of preparation. Be sure take the necessarary time to adequately face the challenges to come. Doing so will increase your desire and ability to being happy.

There are no required texts for this course but it is recommended that some reading is done. A suggested reading would be the scriptures, one would be surprised what can be found in those books. Other readings may include e-mails or letters from good friends or family to help boost spirits when needed or desired.

Assignments: First and foremost, no hiding. Do not curl up in that corner and wallow in your pity and woes. This is not starting over. This is dwelling on the past. Avoid. A hearty and sincere smile will certainly lighten your burdens and also the burdens of others. Be open. Have a good good heart to heart chat with a friend or family member. Processing things vocally will bring things to a new light. New ideas and options to consider and evaluate will sprout for which you can better handle the up and coming challenges life has to offer. Compliment often and sincerely. Look for the good in peoples. You will be rewarded. Do your laundry in a timely fashion [just a recommendation]. Vary your activities. Basically a well rounded balance in all things will keep you as sane as you need to be. Goof off some. Relax. Enjoy what is nearby.

You will self evaluate yourself for your final grade. You will know what you got by the satisfaction you feel in your heart. This course is free of charge and can be taken as many times as you desire. In fact, this course will probably be taken constantly. Don't worry, you have help. Friends, family, prayer, HF and so forth. Just know, you are loved.

the launderer

"If you want warm and fuzzy, it's not me"
--Prof. Gaskill

Today was laundry day. It has to be done. Considering that I don't have any machinery in my apartment I have to go to a nearby laundromat. The complex has one but it's butt expensive. There is a nearby one in a complex where the price is cheap so many people go there hence. Now, most people put their clothes in and go away for a while. This tends to lead to a problem that I've come across many a time. People just leave their clothes their for hours at a time. Just leave it in the washer or dryer let's hope completely forgotten about. Hours at a time.

What do you do? How in the bloody blazes could you forget about your laundry? I assume you don't have many clean clothes generally speaking if you're doing laundry.

My case it thus; I get to the laundromat and there is one washer empty at the time. Four others have clothing but have already been washed. I did the only thing I could. Emptied out one of the washers and proceeded to do my own laundry. I don't want to wait. And I don't want my clothes to get jacked. That's what you get for leaving your laundry.

So there were several piles of unclaimed clothes about the room. Some wet, some dry, all left by fools. Yeah, that's all I got for you.

I never claim sanity

Egon Spengler: Do you talk about the loons and the scoundrels in your family tree?
Peter Venkman: If I didn't, I wouldn't have anybody to talk about
The Real Ghostbusters

So, things have been kind of[*cough* complete understatement] overwhelming these past few days. There are times where I truly hate being an adult. For the most part I think it's pretty okay but, we have our days. Oh yeah, there has also been a lot of freaking out.

Basically here out it goes: there were these certain events and happenstances that occured to me almost exactly this time two years ago and the way things were looking these past few days it looked like history would repeat itself. Winter semester two years ago I got myself into a social and emotional wreck. One friendship was lost and others came very close to being lost. I was incapable of expressing myself. A specific few and myself could not see eye to eye. My solution at the time was to back off and refuse to like them. Doing so pained me more so than most people can imagine. Not a good idea. I was nearly destroyed. Last week I was fearing a repetition of said events. And if that were to happen again well, let's not discuss.

Things are going better now. Still much has to be done. Billions of thoughts still bless and curse my soul. But, many people [specifically three who share the same order of phonemes in their names] have unwittingly entered my life and have stood by me in times like this. Thank you.

1. To the one who refused to let me use Self-Hater as my IM name.
2. To the one who I have been able to cook dinner with.
3. To the one who brightened my day the most last night.
I salute you all.

A tribute to #3 who drew this:

This makes me so happy. I owe you one.

post 98

I feel destroyed.

8th. grade PE

"I'm a boy, a real boy!
--Darkheart, Care Bears 2


This is what I get for looking through old photo albums. That's a real shiner there. Amazingly enough it didn't really hurt at all. I went numb when that softball made contact. I had completely forgotten about this for who knows how long until last week.

Yeah, so this is what I looked like ten years ago. Creepy.

Anyone else ready for Sunday? I am. [Matsugi, you are missed]