Circus Week

"You can call me Heathen if I can call you Satan."
--Heather, BCF

General strangeness and other what have yous

at work:


at apartment:


That pretty much sums up everything this past week. Well, the past few days. So many things going on. Seeing parents. Mom making the most amazingly horrible pun. Freaking out and getting things straight earlier on this week. Krista and Aimee should be friends. Probably lost a Moleskine to Amy G. Sad day. And one last thing: I think I can't wait for the pedicures. This is genius.

I don't want to be human

"I'm spread, so thin, I don't know who I am."
--Tired of Sex, Weezer

You knew better



First off, I'm guilty of the same. But, can I ask this question: Have you ever believed in something so much that you would do anything to make it true? I think I have. However in the answer to that question, one can't do it alone. One needs to the "okay" to continue forth with that dream in certain cases. I also have to ask the following: How do we not trifle with other peoples dreams? This is not an easy road to walk.

Now I'm not saying that I'm perfect. I certainly have my faults and weaknesses. Believe you me. I only ask that my faults or weaknesses not be exploited. I know we're human. But I don't want to be human, nor do I want other people to be human. I guess we should all be robots. But I think I'm asking too much right there. Yeah, I am.

Now, I'm not as bitter or as angry as I sound here. I'm just trying to get things straight here. I'm certainly entitled to my own opinion as is everyone else. If you get the brunt of it, I'm sorry. But thanks for listening.

Thanks for all the fish

To those still worry about my soul, thank you so much. To Cami, Callie, Sharalyn and Mandy who never let me down. To Ruth for "loving up" my Moleskine and for those conversations about things we should never do to other people. To Krista and LJ for being some of the most loving and funny peoples ever. To Kersina for the conversation very early this morning for me and mid-afternoon for you and sorry about the German [the jibblies ensue]. To Katherine for accepting that hubcap. To Sandra D. for unwittingly setting me straight. To Amy, for everything. To Amy, for landing me some great advice and incredible drawings. To Aimee for saturday morning cartoons, the up and coming Carmen San Diego and many other joyous ideas done together. To Amy for the fireworks and much more. To Mom and Dad [temporal and Heavenly], I wouldn't be here without you. Thank you.

Painting the town red

"In this world there are two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, the other is getting it."
--Oscar Wilde

Way to hold strong Newell

Never had he seen her like that. Not once had Newell been the one who wiped away the tears of McKay and give words of comfort. That was her job mostly. That was because he was the one who was supposed to get in trouble. However, they haven't seen each other as of late. The reunion was good but it shouldn't have been like this. Newell lied there recalling the events of the late night.
--

He sat there and listened to McKay. She could hardly speak through the sobs. He could tell that she had been holding this in for a very long time. Newell knew that she could not go on much longer with that Griffith boy.
"He never treated me right. I was always the 'sure, you can be my girlfriend when I'm bored'." Newell didn't know how this took but he knew she wouldn't be okay until she spoke every single one of her thoughts. That's how she worked. There was no stopping her but Newell didn't mind. He missed it in fact. The way she rambled when she was excited, sad, angry, disappointed. Whetever she was trying to express, Newell was there to listen as he was truly interested in her being happy. That's how he knew her. Happy. He didn't want her feeling any other way.
--

"Buck up Sunshine," he said. McKay looked up and smiled. She said that to him when they first met four years ago. That was their way of saying "I'm there with you all the way". That always got them through. This time is no different.

Maybe I can't write but I had fun with the story

Ben and I went around town. We had to visit some places and people. I forgot all about Newell and McKay. Completely forgot. When I remembered the good times I rolled over and did that giggle thing. I was so happy. In fact, I haven't seen Sister Kimball in forever. Anyways, the time has come to think about practice. Hmm...Happy Pirates. And this is the T-shirt design.

It's better in a measuring cup

"If Al Gore invented the internet, I invented the spell check."
--Dan Quayle

fiddlesticks and J. Edgar Hoovers

I discovered thatI don't like cold cereal in the morning. It was quite the discovery. It's been a long while since I've had the cold cereal until recently and it just wasn't doing it. Eh... But I discovered that eating said cereal in a measuring cup is really cool, or something. I don't know why.

Weekend this' and thats'

(Matsugi was here. Hah! And Flops might die...*goes to attack*) Other than that attack, all is good. Weekend was spent mostly working. Saw some people I haven't seen in awhile. Talked to a few others. Made good use of my phone. I spent a good time talking to peoples. I certainly need to do that more often. When I do that, I get myself into less trouble with myself. And it was a good weekend.

There's not much better than the nostalgia of listening to old theme songs with a good friend. Listened to Carmen Sandiego, Fraggle Rock, Rainbow Brite and the likes. I just scored the Ninja Rap from TMNT II yesterday. Yeah, I'm happy.

At work on Saturday, I was reminded [I don't know how] of a childrens book that I read a lot when I was young. Good old Tikki Tikki Tembo. In fact, I'm a childrens' book fiend. I blame Mom. We both don't mind. Now I need to go shopping.

this is all kinds of fuzzy

"It's nice to have someone to cuddle."
--Mom, you are amazing

Song of the day is "It's all Coming Back to Me Now" by Celine Dion

Person R was Person M last time around and I think will continue henceforth to be person R. I compared person E to person R during that time. But even during concept Q with person E I knew that potential T could not be reached. I also have idea B about R but freaked out of mind Z because of time slot J. Time slot D jacked has jacked me twice and hence I fear time slot J. I wonder a lot of things. Details like D and F and working out problem G. I wonder. Once I asked man H during activity P and got answer Y. I wonder, fear, doubt and hope. Hope.

Pretty much like I'm being branded as a cow or something

"Why don't you guys arrest me already!"
--Freak, Hackers

But I like cows... and the explanation is not my own

So the rules are as follows. Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with '6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself.' In the last 'fact', choose the 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Then leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' on their page telling them to read your your blog.

1. My thumbs are anti-physics, which means that they bend and move in the bizarrest of manners. Maybe they're also anti-logic, that'd be cool.

2. Compared to all the other Sanchez men in my family and extended, I'm the hairless wonder. Many of them I believe are half bears. The desire for fishing also proves that fact.

3. Thanks Dad, it's your fault that I now like Riverdance, Shania Twain, Abba, Peter, Paul and Mary and pretty much anything prior 1990 as far as entertainment goes.

4. I grew up knowing and being good friends with the sons of Santa Claus. He's got the beard, belly, tobacco, alter ego initials [S.C. I kid you not] and saves all his jolly for Christmas. When he dies, his son Zack is going to take over and the title will change to Zanta Claus. I give you my word.

5. I pretty much know Calvin and Hobbes backwards and forwards. Some of my opinions have been shaped by those two.

6. My last name should have been Ontiveros. I don't recall the story very well but, basically someone got in some deep doo-doo and the name was changed to Sanchez.

I tag Matsugi, Jules, Audes, Chatted, L'Afro and Kraft Cheese

The Makings of

"Your Toes sought and destroyed my armpits!!"
--LJ Frost

Musings at the 1:00am hour



Who in their right mind comes looking for you after the midnight hour? Uffish and L'Afro were certainly in theirs when they sought me out at 12:57:32.08 am. And let me tell you that the aforementioned was a riotous experience. Made me oh so very happy. Talking about soul destroying and good gaming and about a billion other things. Who knew that that would end my day? Yesterday was indeed a good day. There are many things that make for a good day. Let me list a few due to the idea given to me by Uffish. And there will be a tribute to LJ with a horribly great love is the worst thing ever simile.

And here it goes:

-watching amazing B movies like "Hackers"

-Making very good use of my new audio recorder shin dig with which I have recorded "Thanks for all the Fish" from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, "Sblounskched" and a few other sound bytes from Homerstarrunner and coming soon, several movie sound bytes. Rock, rock on!!

-Finding your new favorite creepy song by Air

-Doing makeshift laundry

-Scoring new jpg and gif pictures from the internet

-Laying in the hammock with a very good friend and talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

-Warm weather, even if it is only for a few hours right now


-Weekly paychecks, ooh...and Paycheck is a great movie!!

-And social what have you!

Felipe...

"Aren't Asians all the same?"
--Prof. Gaskill said to an asian

...It's time to die!!!



Well, it's been done. The details are ineffable so don't ask. Please.

Pirate stuff

On other stuff, I think the picture above is one of the coolest pictures ever. Don't we all need pictures of highly bizarre pirates? I thought so. I got a few more. Just as cool and probably a lot less freaky.

One thing I hope for is a new t-shirt. My old grade school was the Riveria Raiders. And the shirt was green with a pirate/raider on it. One of the coolest things ever. So, I emailed a principal that I know real well and asked if he could find one for me. We'll see what happens. That's about it.

This day of fools...

"Satan's fairly attractive and he's going to stab you in the butt now with a pitchfork."
--Prof. Gaskill

Guess who?

This is how it goes: Person E. Just this week person S "yelled" at me for not doing activity L with person E. However, I know of persons C, H and probably R, T, and F are certainly okay with that. And we all know roommate K is all over this. Also, we have to mention that concept Q is still relatively unknown. Right now I am more than okay with that. I even think that person M is not even aware of concept Q. However, the way things are going, I'm going to receive well more than an earful from probably persons A, S, C, H, R, T and most of ward B. And I won't blame them. I'll deserve it. But, this time around, some souls are going to be destroyed. And no one will like it. Not even me. And for your information, I still haven't done activity L sind Dec. J.

I feel nothing

That's pretty much it. I feel nothing. I should at least feel something, right? With what I am facing, it's not a pretty sight for anyone in a like situation. Because for the most part, you feel something. In January, I was going through something similar. During that time I felt pain, but at least I felt something! I've put myself in quite the jam. Ah, crap!

C:\>Good luck everyone_