"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it's run over by a car, you don't want it."
--ALF
I need a flash
this is my halloween costume. brown clothes and green hair spray. supposedly I'm a chia pet and have no respect fo' grammer. however, I think this picture makes my hair look like a green flaming ball of pestilence [like the typhoid, or the cholera!]. or it could be on of the moons of saturn. maybe it has a plaster bust of burt reynolds.
"Have you ever got the finger of love before?"
--Krista
and I make invites
How many of you have spent a decent amount of time with me? You on my left, don't be so reluctant, hold your hand high!! That's right, you and I, we're amazing! Anyways, the thing is that I carry my own persona. I've got my own ideas, influences, social oddities and thus following. Many of my quirks are genetic. Mom told me that I'm stubborn just like my dad. She's right. But I love my family. I think we're great. Good times are always about when we all get together.
Yesterday I get a call from my Aunt Alicia. She's rad. Turns out she called to invite me to the annual pumpkin carving fest and gathering of Sanchez genetics. Let me give you an idea of what this is like: You take me, times forty, add outliers and integrate catholicism. It's beautiful. If you think I have dirty mexi-stache, you haven't seen nothing yet. I need to hang out with Uncle Anthony. Man, this is going to be a riot. Almost more Sanchez than I can handle. And I love it. And some people need to come. Meaning, some of you that I converse with every now and again should get to know me better and enjoy the most rockenous pumpkin shin-dig ever.
"And Likewise he that had received two, he also gained other two."
--Matthew 25:17 KJV
my way
1. And the comic told one of his pupils five dirty jokes, a second pupil two dirty jokes and the last one dirty joke according to their wit and then went about his business.
2. He that had five dirty jokes went about, listened and made up five more dirty jokes.
3. And likewise, he that had two did the same and made up two more unto himself.
4. But he that had one dirty joke, hid it underneath the sink in his bathroom.
5. After a few days the comic returned to his pupils in gathering of their practice of wits.
6. And so the one who had five dirty jokes and made up five more told them to the comic with much impetuosity and humor saying, what it is now my doge?
7. The comic said unto him, Well done you filthy scum you. You have used your wit in quite the manner and will end up with many shows.
8. He that had heard two dirty jokes said to the comic, I have taken your two and came up with two more with some twists and here you have it, blam blam!!
9. The comic said thus following, Well done you scurvy being, I do enjoy the blam of your twists and you will have spots on shows to come.
10. And he that had one and hid it in his bathroom said unto the comic, Here is the one I heard and hid, it's nice and shiny isn't it?
11. The comic said, What the crap?
12. And the pupil said, well, I was shameful.
13. Yeah you were.
14. The pupil then said, But I do have this shimmy. He then proceeded to shimmy away.
15. The comic replied, I will take my dirty joke back with a scowl, but I am impressed by thy shimmy. You shall use it to your benefit. Welcome aboard.
16. Whithersoever you go brother, my good use of your time and do something useful. Make thine neighbors laugh until all cheeks are thoroughly sore.
"I'm always up for a good scandal."
--Tiffany Jones
How I feel
Yesterday at work, I'm doing my own thing. I usually do that. I talk to a lot of people. -ish. Some days I feel like a digital recording. "Thank you for calling Burlington Coat Factory in Orem where we now offer cash back, this is Felipe, how may I help you?" All is going okay, the usual.
So, there I am and there are three females: one grandma, one mom and one little girl probably about five years old. Mom and grandma are going through the motions and the little girl starts talking to me about how she's going to go camping this weekend. She was all excited and telling me stuff. I was like "Hey, that sounds fun" and responding to her some. I even told her that if she was good, then she might see a shooting star. It was such a feel-good conversation. What innocence! What good times!! And then I thought to myself; I want to be a dad! No, really, I do. This first started while I was interacting with my niece a few months back. I just want to have nice, innocent conversations that you can really only have with kids. I would love to be some little ones greatest hero. I love interacting with the small ones. I almost never get the chance now.
Before I get to be a dad though, I have to deal with people [specifically women] around my age. And we all know what kind of luck I've had. But all will work out. Right now I'd just rather dream and let things happen. We know how I work. An all is good as of this moment. I have a few ideas. *devious smiles*
C:\>Good_Luck.exe_
"It's in that place where I put that thing that time."
--Phreak, Hackers
Maybe I should own the internet
I'm a boy. A real boy. So, my room if you can imagine is slightly messy. That's how it goes. Well, I was going to a bad luck party last night and I was in the midst of getting ready and hence was looking for a certain t-shirt of mine. It was my tacos shirt that my bro made. One of my favorites. I spent a minute or so rummaging through my clothes. I didn't find it. Then I thougth:
I need to Google Search my t-shirt.
1 match found in .08 seconds
It worked. I'm awesome.
"What did the president know, and when did he know it?"
--Howard Baker
"As far as I am concerned now, I have no enemies in the press whatsoever."
--Richard Nixon
Today and I are good friends
So, we all know it's Fiday the 13th. Superstition galore. People freaking out, cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria!! You know how it goes. I guess you could say that I'm sort of a believer in superstitions. This is how it goes: I generally did things a certain way before soccer games and track meets in high school. There was also the traditional nicotine patch for my events in track. This is a system that I've created for myself and hence, only applies to myself. As for everyday kinds of things, I think it's all people doing their own thing and people with with lucks good and bad overall.
Myself? I deal with all kinds of stuff every day. Dealing with the general public usually hammers me inside and out. I disagree with a lot of things. What actually happens to me is almost never what I wanted to happen. I deal with whatever comes my way. I deal with a lot of crappiness. This is what I do. I'm making the best I can. I'm optimistic but I also prepare for the bad. So this I say to Friday the 13th:
Bring it!!
"You remind me of a two year old me with a rubber lobster."
--Krista
to have been cut off
This is a short story but great nonetheless. Imagine thus following: A bearded man inside a Chevy Lumina.
So, there I am driving up University Avenue and was going to take a left turn onto Bulldog because I was getting food Saturday night. There was a red light and hence a line of cars in three lanes. I'm in the turn lane minding my own business and rocking out to my music. I thnk I was listening to the Postal Service. Anyways, there I am waiting for the go signal. There's a green but I'm not moving because one can't turn through oncoming traffic [that's bad], I look to my right and there is this bearded man in a Chevy Lumina [same color as mine too, wierd] who was rolling down his window down and was pointing in front of me way too excitedly. It took me a second to realize that he wanted to turn left. But the man was truly happy about it somehow. At least, he appeared so. Imagine a five year old kid going up to a stranger and pointing at a new toy that his mom is about to buy for him. So I couldn't let him down. I couldn't be so cruel. I couldn't take a man down who was so elated to cut me off. I let him in. And I just felt really good inside. Yeah, I feel good. Ah.....
"So, which one is Ben and which one is Felipe?"
--Evan Kellogg
and it goes like this
Felipe
Feleep
Phillip
Phil
Flop
Flops
Flippy
Flippy "the squirrel"
Filpay
Filipay
Ffffff.......
Phipe
Pahillapi
Leap
Leaps
Leapers
Fleapers
Leapers-Goro
Flipay
Tranjulo Ortego
Terragon Oregano
Sanchez
Sancho
Sanchitos
Sancharino
Felipe Tranquilino Ontiveros Sanchez!!!!! [ah crap! I'm in trouble!]
Andrew, no, Felipe!!
Yellow Boy
Pocho
Lips [thank heavens that one didn't stick]
"Your Grandma!"
snotnose
I can't think of anything else. And there are a certain few that I left out. Some of which were quite saucy. He he!!
"You can thank my dental hygienist for our untimely aliveness."
--The Tick
I don't see how I could have missed this
I had this dream maybe thrice. It is one of the few dreams that I actually remember. Why? Two reasons: first, it's weirder than anything that TAITO ever came out with. Witness -->
Second, it's also one of the funniest things my brain has ever come up with. The probablem [problem and probably somehow fit together] is that I was asleep when I came up with this.
Here it goes. For some reason I'm contracted for the mob. I don't why and what for, I just am. Because I remember being in some tall building is some huge city. Let's say, Orland Park, just west of Chicago [I generally try to avoid downtown]. I probably work for myself because of my awesome ability to fly. But with this awesome ability to fly, I also spurt the equivalent of Tinker Bell dust all over the freaking place. I'm just in normal late 90's get-up and this gold dust is falling everywhere. And so on. 
Along this notion that I work for myself is that the mob sends two hitmen after me. And they're both dressed up like Boba Fett. Plus they fly too! So here I am minding my own business when the two Boba Fett characters jump me. They jumped me!! Can you believe it? There was this awesome mid-flight battle that raged across the night sky. Turns out they give a pretty mean battle. However it was my wits in the end that saved me. I beat them in with their own helmets. Maybe wits was the wrong word. I think I'll use ethos. Beyond that I don't remember much.
That's pretty much the coolest dream I've ever had.
"Because I came out butt first."
--Sally, who is about to explode
Along with the rest of us
Sally told me I was a C-Section. Yup. Such a good conversation.
"Also on the tenth day of this seventh month there shall be a day of atonement: it shall be an holy convocation unto you; and ye shall afflict your souls, and offer an offering made by fire unto the LORD."
--Leviticus 23:27, KJV
Tradition
I'm glad for this time. It is something that brings us together. We wear ties. We have ties to share to help others celebrate with us. We have a few IBC's. We as friends do what we do best, make each other feel good inside. Look back on the good times and plan for more. This is not my holiday but it is something I can use to better myself. Which is good for me.
This is a day of forgiveness. Now that I've take a few minutes to consider some of the meaning I can apply something good to me. I can forgive. Others. I know that generally we don't mean to hurt others but it happens every now and again. Looking past others faults will help heal the bonds I have with other souls. Myself. I'm really hard on myself a lot. Like I've said before, I need change. And how can I change and let go of the old stuff unless I forgive myself. I think I'm good for right now.
"You have to have the hashbrowns if you want your cash back over easy."
--Amber M.
And I will play it
I just discovered this: People have always played my game. When I say people, I mean girls. It has always been my game. I haven't really played anything else. Nor have I really tried I think. And that is where I have problems I do believe. One game cannot be played by both. If either game trumps the other, there is no solid foundation in which things can be kept alive. Maybe both games have to converge and be edited so that lifelong play can be achieved.
Come to think of it, my game is really scary. It might be the mystery involved. Maybe the mystery is what makes it intriguing. But the unknown is rather difficult to face. And that I think is what I want to do. And I think that is also what I need to do. Do I know how to work anothers' game? Probably not. But as I am interested, I'm going to darn well try. I haven't before, so I need to start.
I've been saying that I need change so now is a good time to get things going. I have a few ideas up my sleeve. They will get used. Now is the time. Am I freaking out? Of course! Scared out of my mind? Absolutely! Am I willing to risk 100%. Heck yes! So, we'll see what happens.
C:\>Good_Luck.exe_
